Yesterday, Morah got back to the car after work and found the contents of our glove box piled up on the passenger seat, the garage door opener out of its compartment, and the driver’s seat too far back. She called me to see if I had used the car, but I hadn’t (and even if I had, I certainly wouldn’t have left it in the state it was in).
As far as we know, our car was broken into, but the windows are intact, the automatic locks work fine, and nothing is missing. Then again, it’s not as though we have anything worth stealing in our car – even our stereo is pretty crappy. I wonder if the criminal was upset that there wasn’t anything for them to take.
So the story has a happy ending, but it’s still a bit scary to think that our car was broken into in the lot where Morah parks every day. If nothing else, it’s proof that when you keep nothing of value in your car, nothing of value will be stolen.0 People like this. Be the first!