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Last Friday morning, when I went to pull the latch in my car to open the gas panel, I noticed that the trunk latch was partially open—it doesn't close all the way by itself after you pull it, you have to push it back down again. "That's weird," I thought, but I figured I must have just forgotten to push it down, or maybe it popped up by itself or something.
On Saturday afternoon, I drove to the post office in Union Square and parked at a meter. When I went to get a quarter from my change drawer, it was empty except for one penny. "That's weird," I thought, but I figured I must have spent all my change at a drive-through or something. I've done it in the past, but I didn't remember doing it recently; I thought I had about a dollar or so in change.
On Monday morning, when I went to change the CD cartridge in my trunk, I noticed that something was missing from my trunk: a small box full of rolls of coins that I had been carrying around for at least 5 years, planning to bring it to the bank or a coin sorting machine one of these days but always forgetting. "That's weird," I thought, and then I finally realized that my car had been burglarized.
The burglar was polite about it, at least. He didn't break in; I keep my doors locked, but since I don't have automatic locks (I was too cheap to buy that option when I got the car fresh out of college in 1992) my passenger doors often end up unlocked after I give people rides. I'm guessing that it happened when I went with Naha to the Glenn Jones show in Union Square on Tuesday night after games, but it could have been any time in the last two weeks.
The burglar didn't take anything else: stereo, CD player, amplifier, not even the detachable face plate. And I guess he wasn't interested in the Knockabout board game, or the 1992 road atlas. I haven't checked the glove compartment, but I think the only thing in there was a flashlight and maybe a couple of cassettes.
I'm guessing it's not worth making a police report. He got maybe $50 tops, all in coins. And I don't even know where or when they were taken. I'm more bemused than upset. But next time I get a car, I'm springing for the automatic locks.
On Saturday afternoon, I drove to the post office in Union Square and parked at a meter. When I went to get a quarter from my change drawer, it was empty except for one penny. "That's weird," I thought, but I figured I must have spent all my change at a drive-through or something. I've done it in the past, but I didn't remember doing it recently; I thought I had about a dollar or so in change.
On Monday morning, when I went to change the CD cartridge in my trunk, I noticed that something was missing from my trunk: a small box full of rolls of coins that I had been carrying around for at least 5 years, planning to bring it to the bank or a coin sorting machine one of these days but always forgetting. "That's weird," I thought, and then I finally realized that my car had been burglarized.
The burglar was polite about it, at least. He didn't break in; I keep my doors locked, but since I don't have automatic locks (I was too cheap to buy that option when I got the car fresh out of college in 1992) my passenger doors often end up unlocked after I give people rides. I'm guessing that it happened when I went with Naha to the Glenn Jones show in Union Square on Tuesday night after games, but it could have been any time in the last two weeks.
The burglar didn't take anything else: stereo, CD player, amplifier, not even the detachable face plate. And I guess he wasn't interested in the Knockabout board game, or the 1992 road atlas. I haven't checked the glove compartment, but I think the only thing in there was a flashlight and maybe a couple of cassettes.
I'm guessing it's not worth making a police report. He got maybe $50 tops, all in coins. And I don't even know where or when they were taken. I'm more bemused than upset. But next time I get a car, I'm springing for the automatic locks.