I was driving home from the gym tonight. I felt pretty good about being productive with my day. As I pulled out of the parking garage I noticed the orange light was lit up indicating that my door was 'ajar.' I got out and shut my trunk tightly and shut my driving door again. But there it was, the light glowing at me. I had no idea why it was still on.
I got home and as I was getting out into the frigid winter night, there it was-staring at me. My little side window was smashed in. Then suddenly my eyes widened as I realized the other car doors were unlocked. Frantically I opened my glove compartment only to see my beloved GPS still resting inside. My heart fluttered in relief, because God knows I am in love my GPS almost as much as my boyfriend.
I had an empty box sitting in my back seat. Maybe the asshole thought something magical, that would solve all his problems, would be inside. Dude, its empty. But no, he broke in and reached his long arm to the front door and then opened up the other doors. However, nothing from my trunk was gone. Maybe he wasn't trying to steal anything. Maybe he was ready to take my blue piece of crap car for a joyride. I mean it has 140,000 miles on the thing. Seriously?! Who honestly thinks its worth taking? But I will never know, because there it was still waiting for me after my workout with glass shattered all over my back seat.
The funny part is I teach in the fifth most dangerous neighborhood in Chicago. Yet my window is smashed in a secure parking garage in Lincoln Park. Everyone reminds me a million times a week to be careful coming and going from work. Yet when I go to the upscale neighborhood a few miles away it is then that my car is screwed with.
Oh to the Jerks that smashed my window. Lucikly you were nice enough to only smash the side window. Thank you for that. I appreciate you not smashing the main windows. That would cost a lot more. That was sweet of you. But hey, future reference-an empty box in a back seat of a car may not be the winning pot of gold you are looking for.
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