Woke up. Morning routine. Dog, shower, coffee, etc.
Pretty standard, until I went to go to the GP. Put my hand on the car door handle and it was already open.
You see, being slightly anal, I check and double check that my car is locked. It’s one of my “things”. So I know my car was locked, with the doors shut, when I left it.
And then I looked inside.
Now, my car is generally pretty neat and tidy. Again, anally so. For my glove box to be open with the contents thrown around the car? NOT NORMAL. For there to be scratches on the driver side door? NOT NORMAL. This entire event? NOT NORMAL.
Forensics came, and covered my car with dust in the search for fingerprints. Because of the strange circles around the locks on the car, they’ve concluded that it would have been kids or really inexperienced thieves who broke into my car, searching for money (pfft not likely).
It was a strange feeling, driving this car. It had been invaded by one or more humans who had no right to be in it. And they knew it. They had chosen to force their way into my car, in the search for… something. Driving it, I felt uneasy, like I was being watched, like a moving target. The feeling intensified after the car was covered in fingerprint dust.
There are, apparently, arseholes in the world.
About the only thing I can do in response to it? Try not to be an arsehole.
So, if you are the person who broke into my car, while it was in the driveway, locked:
If you had come to the front door, and asked for what you so desperately needed, we probably would have helped you. We’ve done it before, as recently as a fortnight ago. We’re not bad people. We’ve already had our share of bullshit this year. You didn’t need to do this.
Next time, just ask. You’ll achieve way more than what you achieved doing this.