June 18th, 2008


Some f&*king sh&t-a$$

stole my money. Some f&*king sh&t-a$$ it ain't funny.

Okay, so not technically money, but hubby hopped in the car tonight to discover that some jerk stole our ipod fm transmitter/holder and rifled through our glovebox (which is really how he figured out anyone had been in the car).

And it's not like the car was on the street, it was in first in the laneway, closest to the house. Talk about a convergence of bad timing. Hubby had been playing with the X10 exterior lights, they are normally on a motion sensor, but have been disabled while he worked on them, and our driver's side door isn't closing properly, so the remote lock doesn't always work, and we don't always catch it. I'm guessing it was kids roaming around the neighbourhood, and not only because I'm the cranky old folk, but also because they missed the cash in the ashtray and coin holder, school's out, and you can hear them wandering around late at night. I'm guessing they saw the iPod holder and wanted it and the iPod (which we don't keep in the car).

I reported it (gotta keep those crime stats accurate) and when the policeman asked if we had video surveillance I almost answered, 'not yet!'

I guess the days when we accidentally leave the garage open and everything is okay are over...jerks.

Oh, and while I had the police on the phone I also reported my credit card number theft (turns out it was almost $1000 that was charged to the card!) He took the report but let me know that the fraud department was the busiest and most backed up one they have, so I may not hear from anyone for a year. I'm all good with that, it was more a matter of reporting it than expecting them to solve it (although the criminal mastermind did pay their phone bill with it, bought flowers and concert tickets, so I'm sure it won't be too hard to find them).