So my car got prowled the other night. It was disconcerting to get in to go to work and find my console and ashtray/change drawer open, my visors down and stuff from my glovebox on the floor. My car was messy enough that I didn't really notice right away, and once I started going through my stuff I realized nothing was taken. My old New Yorkers, my atlas, my sunglasses were all still there. The crackheads didn't want any of it.
The only thing missing was a grocery sack from the night before with two 24-oz boxes of FMWs. Apparently even THEY weren't good enough for Harbor crackheads, because they left them out on the street where I didn't see them. Steve found them and brought them in. He and Apt. mgr Mike still apparently think I "forgot" the FMWs (they clearly don't know me) when going inside after a grueling workout and an armload of heavy (think gallon of milk and big things of cottage cheese, because I love my dairy), and that I wasn't prowled. But I was.
The cop I talked to said it was more "cost effective" to do what I do — leave a door unlocked and nothing valuable inside — because no window will get busted. And I guess it was, but sheesh, it's a little disconcerting that my car really, truly had nothing of value to local crackheads.
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