The Time Our Car Was Broken In To

I live in a nice town. It seems very insulated and safe. And it is.  Almost always.  Except for the one time our car got broken in to.  In our driveway.  While we were sleeping in the house.  A few feet from the car.

It was not a big deal.  We didn’t really lose anything.  Except for a little peace of mind.  I can’t quite wrap my head around the guts (guts isn’t the word I want to use, but I like to keep it PG here) it would take for someone to stroll into someone’s driveway, break into the car and steal what really was nearly worthless junk.  I like to pretend that it was some desperate soul who needed some cash to buy diapers or something, but I know it’s probably more likely that it was an addict who needed cash for a fix.  I can still find forgiveness in my heart for the addict because I know what a ravaging disease addiction is.

We reported the break in to the police.  I was astonished at how little they did. I kept saying to my husband, “But they could check for fingerprints, or footprints or fibers!”.  So indignant, I was.  The police didn’t even come to the house.

So, if you want to protect your stuff and your peace of mind, you’re kind of on your own.  We are planning to install some motion detecting lights.  Yes, I know how annoying those are.  A dog would be great, I think.  Of course, a car alarm, also super annoying, would probably be effective as well.  I read on that you can save up to 20% on your car insurance if you install an alarm in your car.

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