Lucky for me I don’t keep valuables in the car… nor apparently do I have a thief’s taste in music… but my impressive coffee stash was terribly depleted leaving me with the penny collection I wasn’t interested in using anyway.
I wonder how much money one of those assholes makes opening up unlocked car doors and rifling through crap?
Yeah, yeah… it was unlocked. On reflection I recall hearing “Mom where are your keys?” yelled out last evening as homework that had been left in the car had to be retrieved. I should have yelled back “don’t forget to lock the car!” but surely I would have heard a response of “I’m not an idiot you know!” or some other lovely pre-teen retort I’m getting tired of.
I’ve a child to deal with when they get home from school but first I should probably shake this mood.
I know… I’ll grab myself a coffee… just as soon as I’m done counting out these damn pennies.