Bastards

Someone broke into our car tonight. Smashed the window in the passenger seat. Nothing’s missing, not even the radio, but the glove compartment was open and stuff was taken out. My theory is they noticed the holder for the GPS and were hoping that the GPS was in there. But it wasn’t, and now the poor bastard is left still in need of whatever drug he or she is on, and I’m left with a car that needs to go back to the repair shop, from which I picked it up just yesterday. Bah.

Note to self: Leave the car with the glove compartment open so drug addicts can see that there’s nothing there, so they can spare both themselves and me the trouble.