So, recently my car was broken into. Nothing like that has ever happened to me before. You just expect that your belongings will be as you left them. For years that's how it's been. I got up just like any other morning, only to go downstairs and discover that my backseat driver's side window was smashed in and my cd player was gone. Not the part of the window that rolls up and down, but the little triangle part behind that. The thief, bandits, jerkfaces, whatever you want to call them, were really experienced. They busted the window and got in that way and just popped my dashboard face of and got the stereo. That thing was my present for High School graduation. I mean I've had it since 2003, how much are they really going to get for it.
Anyway, so I called the police and totally expected them to rush out there all concerned and mark off the crime scene with the yellow caution tape, dust for finger prints, question my neighbors, you know the whole nine yards. No such luck. A fairly disinterested policeman came and wrote down what happened in this mini-journal and that was it. I went about my day.
I am thankful though. Thankful that they didn't steal my whole car. Thankful that they didn't take anything else, like my checkbook that was sitting in plain sight. I'm thankful the the glass people fixed the window that same day and that the insurance company is going to buy me a new cd player (if I can ever get my car into the shop).
But, now I'm constantly wondering what time it is because there's no clock in my car anymore. I'm spending more time on the phone b/c I don't have any music. It's a sad day.
My favorite part of the story though is that when I saw all the busted glass in my back seat it was this pretty teal color and I thought, maybe I can do something with that. So I saved some of the glass and ended up gluing it onto a metal frame and making a craft with it. It actually turned out really nicely and I like it a lot. The best part is that I was able to take a negative situation and make something beautiful out of it. I'd like to think that's just the kind of girl I am!!
Anyway, so I called the police and totally expected them to rush out there all concerned and mark off the crime scene with the yellow caution tape, dust for finger prints, question my neighbors, you know the whole nine yards. No such luck. A fairly disinterested policeman came and wrote down what happened in this mini-journal and that was it. I went about my day.
I am thankful though. Thankful that they didn't steal my whole car. Thankful that they didn't take anything else, like my checkbook that was sitting in plain sight. I'm thankful the the glass people fixed the window that same day and that the insurance company is going to buy me a new cd player (if I can ever get my car into the shop).
But, now I'm constantly wondering what time it is because there's no clock in my car anymore. I'm spending more time on the phone b/c I don't have any music. It's a sad day.
My favorite part of the story though is that when I saw all the busted glass in my back seat it was this pretty teal color and I thought, maybe I can do something with that. So I saved some of the glass and ended up gluing it onto a metal frame and making a craft with it. It actually turned out really nicely and I like it a lot. The best part is that I was able to take a negative situation and make something beautiful out of it. I'd like to think that's just the kind of girl I am!!
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