Waiting For The Police To Arrive

This morning, I attempted to leave the house at 11:00 am to go to an HIV/AIDS walk meeting in Flint when I discovered that someone had rifled the contents of my vehicle.

I open the car door, and immediately noticed that the console lid was open, the glove compartment was open, and the contents of those things as well as the various other cubbyholes in the dashboard were scattered all over the front seats and the floor boards.

Obviously I had forgotten to lock it last night. Whoops.

So then I called DH, who hadn't noticed any of this, but she knew from how her auto alarm responded this morning when she clicked it that someone had tried her vehicle too.

Next I walked around the house to ensure that nothing else had been broken into ... then I called the police.

Fortunately, there was nothing of financial value in my vehicle, nothing really for anyone to take. No CD's, charge cards, auto titles, cash or papers with important numbers --only lots of paper products, many books and, because I'm a slob, lots of trash. They didn't take my Bible. Didn't take Christianity For The Rest of Us. Didn't take the cheap cigars I had squirrelled away that I occasionally smoke.

Ofr. F just stopped by, got a little info, left me number to call in the event I found something actually missing.

So now I am going to put everything back where it belongs, and then I will go get a battery for my car clicker so I won't forget to lock the damn thing anymore. And DH and I will be parking our vehicles in the garage from now on, in all probability.