Thieves
When I got in my Jeep this morning, I reached for my phone charger as I usually do…. but it was not there. Perplexed (as I was the first time this happened to me), I lifted the towel in the seat next to me, looking for it. It’s possible I accidentally yanked it out, so I started to look around. That’s when I had the same bizarre realization that something wasn’t right… the back window was down. I had trouble wth it a couple of weeks ago, sliding down of its own free will, so it appeared my quick fix had failed.
That’s when I noticed my gym bag was missing.
At this point, realization dawned on me with red fury. Not again. These little punks had ransacked my car… and that’s when I realized with a sinking feeling that I’d left my purse on the floorboard behind my seat. Luckily, I had my debit card, credit card, and driver’s license in my pocket because I was too lazy to carry my purse in. But that laziness cost me a morning full of headaches as I set about canceling the other two credit cards and setting up monitoring of my credit reports, since the little bastards got my Social Security card and a couple of checkbooks.
Until my house had been broken into, I had never been touched by crime. Since then, with two car break-ins… I’m just MAD. I understand times are tough, but these little punks walking around neighborhoods, lurking in the shadows stealing stuff from hard-working and honest people just PISSES ME OFF. I mean, every time I get ahead, something like this happens. I’m starting to understand how the “shoot the burglar” law came into effect; it’s enough to make me want to shoot one. The sheer creepiness of it; I’m lying asleep and some little punk is prowling around my property, looking for any possible way to get in to steal my stuff… or worse, hurt my daughter or me. The brazeness of them doing it RIGHT IN MY DRIVEWAY infuriates me.
I think it’s time to get a bigger dog. They better pray I don’t ever catch them in the act.