Robbed and Furious

Have you ever had anything stolen from you? It's a horrible feeling when you discover someone with sticky, greedy fingers has gone through your things. I always lock my car. Except for last night! The one night I don't turn on the porch lights, lock the car and have Walter at home with us, someone decides to go through my car. Walter was at my in-laws house because we were gone all day yesterday and were too tired to go pick him up when we got home. I went to bed early, long before Adam, so I didn't go through my usual lock-up routine. When my mom was single and it was just her, Francie and myself living at home, I was the "man-of-the-house." I took the trash out, killed bugs and spiders, locked the doors before bedtime every night and even checked out the house when my mom or sisters thought someone was inside...I wasn't brave, they would just trick me into going inside first, send me in to get something..."nay, will you go get my shoes, I think they are under mom's bed" where they thought they heard the noise come from. Evil, I know. But even more evil than that, is the little punk who stole my I-pod and docking station from my car last night. I'm pretty sure it was a kid because they saw what they wanted, took it and left. They didn't bother to check Adam's show Jeep that had $2500 worth of sponsor donated stereo equipment even though the windows were all open and the top was off. Funny thing is, they could have had two I-pods if they hadn't been so stupid. Adam's glove box WAS (not anymore) unlocked and had his I-pod in it. When I was telling Francie about it tonight, she was like... "oh, every time they hear a song that was on there, later in life, they will feel guilty"... I'm pretty sure they aren't going to like what I listen to enough to listen to the songs all the way through even once. Adam makes fun of the music I listen to; and I'll agree I listen to some pretty weird things. I mentioned to Francie that whoever stole my I-pod would not feel guilty, but rather say something like... "she deserved to get this thing stolen for listening to the kind of music that she does." I'm still really mad that someone stole my $300 I-pod, but even worse than that was the way I felt when I ran out to the car, running incredibly late for work, ready to quickly hop in the passengers seat next to Adam who had been waiting in the car for me, only to be stopped by a pile of junk from the glove box and center console strewn all over my seat. He thought it was MY mess, from looking for something, and I was mad that HE would pull all that stuff out and leave it sitting like that. I called the sheriff's department today, they had zero sympathy and said there was nothing they could do about it but that I was welcome to file a police report. No thanks, you'll just put it in a file; not going to waste my time. Glad we pay so much in taxes to live in this county that won't help fight crime!