Okay, here’s some marginally-knitting-related news. Last night my car was broken into. The slimy, earth-crawling thugs stole my stereo and my cell phone, making their last call on it at 5 AM this morning. Quick pause to ask, who the hell were they calling at 5 AM? Probably their drug dealer.
Anyhow, at 6:45 AM this morning, 2 women, out for their morning walk, rang my doorbell with my purse in hand. The purse I had my knitting in. The purse that I left on the seat of my car last night, thinking, as my hands were full of groceries, “I should come back out and get that - it looks tempting and someone might break into my car”. So much of paying attention to premonitions. I didn’t get around to doing any knitting last night and so I forgot about the bag in my car. And sure enough.
I don’t think I remembered to thank those women for returning my purse, which they had found abandoned down the street, empty except for my gym membership card. In fact, I think the only thing I said to them was “Oh, fuck.” So, ladies, I’ll thank you here in public. Thank you for bringing back my purse.
Upon inspection of the crime scene, I also found my knitting strewn up the street, intact and damp from the morning’s dew. It’s a little wool cardigan I’m designing. It held up well from the trauma. Good little sweater.
The worst part is knowing that there were some nasty boys in my car with their butts in my seat and their dirty hands on my steering wheel.
Bob and I took it to the car wash and vacuumed out the thousands of pieces of broken glass and wiped the germs off the interior. I cancelled my cell phone and started up service on an old one of Bob’s. He also scheduled an appointment for a glass guy to fix my window while I was at work today and now everything is pretty much back to normal. Except that I have no stereo. But I do have a wonderful sweetheart and it didn’t rain to ruin my open and vulnerable car. So I think God’s taken pretty good care of my anyway.
Rot in hell thief boys.
September 12th, 2003 at 5:51 pm
Oh man, that is an awful feeling, to know that people were in your car. Someone broke into my car a few months ago and stole my stereo, and it felt like such an intrusion. Since they jimmied the lock and didn’t break any windows, I didn’t notice anything had happened until I had been driving for 10 minutes and reached down to turn on the radio, and it wasn’t there (it was night, so I didn’t see the missing stereo in the dark). It really creeped me out and made me feel like someone could still be in the car.
September 12th, 2003 at 5:53 pm
Forgot to say that I’m glad that both you and the cardigan are ok!
September 12th, 2003 at 8:47 pm
Ugh! I feel for you. That happened to me a few times and it’s hard not to feel violated for a long time afterwards. Take care!
September 13th, 2003 at 7:43 pm
I’ve been there too, and I know how vulnerable and victimized it makes you feel. One guy tried to steal my car only a month and a half after I got it. He completely broke the steering column, and I had to have that replaced. The funny thing was that the officer who came out found a print. 9 months later a detective called me back saying the print came up with a match (which is very rare). The funny part was this guy’s name. The guy who tried to steal my car is named Ubone Hur (Pronounced You-Bone Her). No wonder he’s a criminal. He was probably picked on as a kid. I also had my license plate stolen in February from the train station. I noticed it gone on Valentine’s Day. Way to ruin the mood. And then a little more than a month later, in the same parking lot, someone broke into my car (though I accidentally left the door unlocked), stole some change, and my auto mechanic tool set and my emergency roadside kit. Fortunately now my boyfriend works for the police agency for that commuter train company, and he sometimes patrols the lot I park in. I’ll never find out who busted into my car or stole my license plate, but maybe they’ll get caught victimizing someone else, and thrown into the slammer where they belong.
September 13th, 2003 at 11:27 pm
I once had this great little house in the country. On a major, well traveled road. I was burglarized 4 times in the 8 years I lived there. The last time was after I decided to move and there wasn’t much left in the house, so they broke out a couple windows. Not a good feeling coming home to that. I feel for you.
September 14th, 2003 at 2:20 pm
That’s terrible, I’m glad nothing serious happened and nobody got hurt. Even though, getting broken into somewhat makes you feel hurt and violated, even if you were not directly involved.
{{hugs}}
September 16th, 2003 at 2:03 pm
That is a strange and creepy feeling to know that someone you don’t know was in your car… I’m glad you’re okay and the car is easily fixed and (most importantly) you got your WIP back!
The idiots who broke into my old car had never heard of the "pop the trunk" button. They tore out my back seat to get into the trunk. The back seat was mangled beyond repair and all they had to do was "pop the trunk!" These people are thieves because they’re too dumb to be anything else! Don’t worry, those dumb theif guys will get what’s coming to them sooner or later…
September 16th, 2003 at 3:10 pm
I am so sorry to hear of your misfortune. It’s a serious thing to tamper with someone’s stuff and I know it will stay with you awhile. Be safe!
September 17th, 2003 at 4:21 pm
Ouch! The strewn knitting is the worst image for me. I loved your effin’ comment to the women (I look for the humor in all situations).
October 18th, 2003 at 2:52 pm
man oh man…. my girlfriend’s van was broken into recently. i keep telling her that she needs to get an old eyesore like mine! maybe that’s what you need to do too!
October 18th, 2003 at 4:30 pm
We’ve had our van broken into twice in 4 days! My husband’s laptop was stolen and the back window was smashed. He had stopped to see a friend on the way home from work at a local pub. It was early evening and it was pouring rain! The sound of the plastic bag (that is duct-taped over the gaping hole where the back window should be) blowing at highway speeds sounds like a helicopter. Two insurance claims in 4 days. They had a chuckle at our expense. Mean people suck. And yes, I second the "Rot in hell thief boys." Hubby is content with his new laptop, but I find myself looking out the window throughout the night to check on our van! Last night I was very tempted to make a cardboard sign and stick it on the back of the van: "There is nothing left"….
Glad to hear the knitting made it, though. I’d be severely pissed if some jerk stole my project!