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This should teach me to tempt fate. Or something like that. The first song I heard when I woke up this morning was Alanis singing "Ironic" on Ellen's show. That should have told me something.
It was 3am and I was watching a Soprano's episode about Tony working on the Italian connection with their stolen car ring, right? And the doorbell starts ringing. It's just my sister and my mother and I awake at that point. Sister comes running up the stairs to me and I go to get Mom. We don't exactly open the door at 3am. So we look and it's my neighbor. My car alarm is going off because someone was breaking into my car!!!
I didn't see the guy(s) but the alarm must have scared them away. They smashed a giant hole in the passenger-side window and opened the door, though. We woke my father up and he sleepily called the police. Dad usually wakes up at 4:30 so this was an hour early for him. Anyway, cop came out and took a look. The rest of the window fell onto the ground in pieces when he looked in. He ran it all and gave me a number to give to my insurance company. But... yeah... bloody hell! Luckily I'd taken the CDs and stereo and CD player and phone all out a month or so ago because my neighbor's car was stolen from that same spot (it's up on a hill where our development's overflow parking is). She never got her car back. But they didn't steal mine, luckily. I guess this is what I get for having a car on the top 5 "most stolen cars" list, right? But, damn, what a morning/night!
Ah, back in Northern Virginia. Back in the boonies I could leave my purse in my car and the doors unlocked without worrying. And here cars get stolen from the street right in front of the house several times a month.
My mother's going to buy me The Club. Yeah. As though I'll be able to figure out how to get that on and off. LOL You'd think if the car didn't have a stereo and trash covering the backseat that they'd pass it by. But I guess my baby was too pretty. *sniffles*
It was 3am and I was watching a Soprano's episode about Tony working on the Italian connection with their stolen car ring, right? And the doorbell starts ringing. It's just my sister and my mother and I awake at that point. Sister comes running up the stairs to me and I go to get Mom. We don't exactly open the door at 3am. So we look and it's my neighbor. My car alarm is going off because someone was breaking into my car!!!
I didn't see the guy(s) but the alarm must have scared them away. They smashed a giant hole in the passenger-side window and opened the door, though. We woke my father up and he sleepily called the police. Dad usually wakes up at 4:30 so this was an hour early for him. Anyway, cop came out and took a look. The rest of the window fell onto the ground in pieces when he looked in. He ran it all and gave me a number to give to my insurance company. But... yeah... bloody hell! Luckily I'd taken the CDs and stereo and CD player and phone all out a month or so ago because my neighbor's car was stolen from that same spot (it's up on a hill where our development's overflow parking is). She never got her car back. But they didn't steal mine, luckily. I guess this is what I get for having a car on the top 5 "most stolen cars" list, right? But, damn, what a morning/night!
Ah, back in Northern Virginia. Back in the boonies I could leave my purse in my car and the doors unlocked without worrying. And here cars get stolen from the street right in front of the house several times a month.
My mother's going to buy me The Club. Yeah. As though I'll be able to figure out how to get that on and off. LOL You'd think if the car didn't have a stereo and trash covering the backseat that they'd pass it by. But I guess my baby was too pretty. *sniffles*
