…the more things I realize I dislike. I really don’t dislike that much. Hanging with Kirk the last six or seven years has shown me that, in the grand scheme, I’m a pretty chipper guy. And if you don’t agree, feel free to kiss my ass.
Anyway, this morning, I went to the car so I could drive my fiancee to the airport, and I saw my trunk was open. That seemed strange, but I knew what was next–broken driver door window. That’s right…them boys done broke in my car (by my count, that’s the fourth time this has happened since 1998).
And what did they take, you ask? Nothing. They broke in to get me for the display on my iPod adapter for my car stereo, which I had nowhere else to put but on my dash. So they reached in, snatched that, looked in my trunk and dipped.
I don’t even use that thing anymore, so I’m not hurt about losing it. I am hurt, however, about having to call the NYPD to come look into things. I’m on the up and up. I don’t have a record. But waiting on them to get out of the car and finish filling out that paperwork? Man, that’s nerve racking.
Anyway, back to my problem…amateur crooks. All these clowns did was mess up my day, basically. Straight amateurism. It isn’t gonna cost that much to fix, but sheesh, man. I gotta drive to the Bronx with a hole in my window cuz some cats just wanted to break some glass.
Amateur thieves, man. My memory escapes me, but this is the second time in the not-so-distant-past that amateur thieves have struck. Not that I want them to get me for something good. Just sayin’.
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i dislike amateur thieves only slightly less than i like those dumb asses who just break car windows for shits and giggles. that happened to me one snowy night in boston and, well, let’s just say, that’s enough to kill the greatest buzz instantly.
I don’t think it’s too much to ask for a little professionalism, Bo. Either be good at your craft or find a new one.
In high school one of the guys on our team had his car broken into and the stereo stolen. It happened over a weekend when we were at a tournament. They got in, removed the dash, took what they wanted, and then replaced the dash. No broken windows, no open trunk. Skilled field technicians, no doubt.
Much better than the cats that stole a diplomat’s car and left it in my driveway a couple years back.
Had the feds at my house and everything.
dawg – it’s the times we are living in. i cannot say it better than chris hedges.
little cities in alabama are going thru similar amateur crime sprees. i blame freeway ricky – that’s just me though.
happy holidays.
If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were suggesting that I get annoyed by a lot of stuff. That’s the sort of thing that really pisses me off.
Couple of years ago I had the same thing happen to me and my girl’s car. Some amature jackass decided they wanted my CD player. One problem though: the moron forgot to bring a screwdriver with him (I had someone try the same thing before, so I bolted the player in the dash), and he couldn’t get it out. This festering turd decided to look around and get what he could, so he took 1/2 my cd collection (I had it in 2 flip cases and he only took 1), my tire iron and jack, and a 12 pack of walmart orange soda that I left in the trunk. Yes, that fucker took my orange soda! New back window; $120.00. CD collection; $1000.00. Knowing some ignorant bastard is enjoying your orange soda only because he’s a shitty criminal; Priceless
Speaking of which, I should get my golf bag out of my hooptie.
Back in ’95 or ’96, my family decided to go visit some relatives in New York City. Mom, Dad, my brother and I all hop in the car, drive three hours down to Manhattan, chilled for a while and then we all went to get some fixings for a nice dinner. Fresh vegetables and meat from a nice market.
Well, we parked on the street and got most of the stuff back up to the apartment. We came back down to get the the rest, only to find that the trunk of our ’92 Camry has been jimmied open and the only thing left in the car – a box of tomatoes – is gone.
That’s right. In NYC, I had a box of tomatoes jacked from my car.