I know it’s my fault for leaving the stuff in there, but I still hate people. I went to my car this morning to get something for snowshoeing this afternoon and lo and behold, what do I find? My car was broken into. The car itself is fine, thank goodness, but a few things are missing. Mainly two things that wouldn’t get the thieves much, if anything, for their efforts. I first noticed that my XM receiver was missing and my first thought was that maybe Ralph took it inside for some reason. Being the techie that he is, I figured that maybe he was doing some sort of upgrade or something, but then I notice that a graphic novel I keep in the pocket behind the drivers seat was out on the back seat. Then I notice that the back seat is void of my just-in-case coat and my little black shoulder bag that usually doesn’t carry anything important in it, maybe just a notebook or lunch containers I forget to bring in. This time, however, my Holga was in it. Being that it’s very inexpensive, both the bag and the Holga, I would have just been annoyed. However, after puppy training class, to which I brought my Lomo, Ralph took it out of his pocket and left if by the handbrake. That, too, is gone. The thieves, who would most likely try to pawn in, will be sorely disappointed if the pawnshop people don’t recognize the lomo or feel that it would resell in Reno. They won’t get anything for their efforts, which means they were stolen for nothing and everyone suffers.

Again, it’s my fault for being lazy and not dragging my stuff in. I know this and I’m mad at myself for it just as much as I’m mad at the thieves.

I know it’s my fault for leaving the stuff in there, but I still hate people. I went to my car this morning to get something for snowshoeing this afternoon and lo and behold, what do I find? My car was broken into. The car itself is fine, thank goodness, but a few things are missing. Mainly two things that wouldn’t get the thieves much, if anything, for their efforts. I first noticed that my XM receiver was missing and my first thought was that maybe Ralph took it inside for some reason. Being the techie that he is, I figured that maybe he was doing some sort of upgrade or something, but then I notice that a graphic novel I keep in the pocket behind the drivers seat was out on the back seat. Then I notice that the back seat is void of my just-in-case coat and my little black shoulder bag that usually doesn’t carry anything important in it, maybe just a notebook or lunch containers I forget to bring in. This time, however, my Holga was in it. Being that it’s very inexpensive, both the bag and the Holga, I would have just been annoyed. However, after puppy training class, to which I brought my Lomo, Ralph took it out of his pocket and left if by the handbrake. That, too, is gone. The thieves, who would most likely try to pawn in, will be sorely disappointed if the pawnshop people don’t recognize the lomo or feel that it would resell in Reno. They won’t get anything for their efforts, which means they were stolen for nothing and everyone suffers.

Again, it’s my fault for being lazy and not dragging my stuff in. I know this and I’m mad at myself for it just as much as I’m mad at the thieves.