This morning I walked out to my car to find the rear passenger window smashed in and glass smithereens all over the back seat. I called the police who redirected me to make the report on their website, where I also accessed their helpful information about preventing car break-ins. Over the past year my 1993 Ford Taurus has run the gamut of auto maladies: broken water pump, broken engine cap, ghosts, flat tire, radiator/hose leaks, and some other things the mechanic told me I didn’t understand. On the exterior there are cigarette burns, mysterious stains, dents, scrapes, and a portion of the bumper missing from a hit and run. When I called my dad to tell him about the break-in he said he wished I’d left it unlocked with the keys in the ignition.
The douche canoe who broke into my car is now the proud owner of a used car stereo, half a pack of Mentos and the Black Kids CD I checked out from the library. Thankfully they passed over the most valuable items in the car: a portion of my magazine collection, including the 1992 issue of Sassy with Kurt Cobain and Courtney Love on the cover:
If they’d known anything about Sassy-fandom they could’ve made a pretty penny selling this on Ebay. Sucka.
Finding my magazines intact makes the missing stereo and broken window easier to deal with. Though it is weird to imagine a shadowy figure breaking into my car and going through my stuff. I’m sure the car thief didn’t take the time to read it while disconnecting wires and searching for a wad of bills, there was a list made on cupcake stationary titled “what I like about myself” on the passenger seat that I made at a work training. And a Violet Beauregarde-size collection of chewed gum in the ashtray they opened up. But I suppose it doesn’t make much sense to self-consciously ponder the assumptions someone who robbed you made about you while they were doing it.
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Yikes, sorry to hear about your loss of c.d. player. Does the radio still work? Or is it driving in silence from here on out?
Whole thing was ripped out, so it’s driving in silence since it’s not in the cards for me to buy a new stereo. Or I can become one of those people who sits their boombox on the passenger side seat. It’s not so bad driving around town, but long drives would be super boring in silence.