Of Cars and Hobos
So, I was rudely awoken this morning by my boss calling to say my car had been broken into. He'd pulled in to park next to me (I'd parked in a car park near work overnight) and two scruffy-looking (probably homeless) guys ran away from the car. He noticed they'd smashed the passenger side front window and were rooting around inside.
Anyway, I dashed over there, and my first thought was "Oh god, look at the mess. They've ransacked it."
My second thought was "Oh, no, wait, it was like that already. Whoops. I should really clean it out."
They'd managed to steal the faceplate from my car radio, but not the radio itself - they'd pulled it half out, but I can't help but think back to when it was installed: "Well, we got it in, mate, but it didn't want to. Bit of a squeeze. Believe me, that's not coming out of there in a hury." Ironically, the faceplate and main unit are coded to each other, so you can't get a replacement for either. And that was all they got.
So a minor inconvenience, really, but it still shakes you to the core when it happens.
Anyway, I filed it with the police, headed to work until our part time guys got there, and now I'm back home sorting out insurance and things.
And blogging. Obviously.
Turns out my insurance company rocks, though. They're going to send someone out to pick up the car, leave me with a courtesy car, take the car away, fix it, clean it, hoover it, and return it as soon as possible. They're also going to cover the loss of the stereo, which means I can get one which a) has a working volume control, b) isn't six years old, and c) plays something other than minidiscs. (Man, I feel like I bought into betamax...)
So it's all okay, and I've got the best part of a day off work to sort everything. So all's well that ends well.
Is it wrong that I feel kinda sorry for the guys who broke in? I mean, my car contained a satnav mount but no satnav unit, an iPod charger but no iPod, a rubbishy stereo that they couldn't get out, and nothing at all of value. Apart from the gigantic pile of gold bullion under the passenger seat that they stole. Honest, Mr. Insurance man! They really did waste their time.
Crime, eh?
Anyway, I dashed over there, and my first thought was "Oh god, look at the mess. They've ransacked it."
My second thought was "Oh, no, wait, it was like that already. Whoops. I should really clean it out."
They'd managed to steal the faceplate from my car radio, but not the radio itself - they'd pulled it half out, but I can't help but think back to when it was installed: "Well, we got it in, mate, but it didn't want to. Bit of a squeeze. Believe me, that's not coming out of there in a hury." Ironically, the faceplate and main unit are coded to each other, so you can't get a replacement for either. And that was all they got.
So a minor inconvenience, really, but it still shakes you to the core when it happens.
Anyway, I filed it with the police, headed to work until our part time guys got there, and now I'm back home sorting out insurance and things.
And blogging. Obviously.
Turns out my insurance company rocks, though. They're going to send someone out to pick up the car, leave me with a courtesy car, take the car away, fix it, clean it, hoover it, and return it as soon as possible. They're also going to cover the loss of the stereo, which means I can get one which a) has a working volume control, b) isn't six years old, and c) plays something other than minidiscs. (Man, I feel like I bought into betamax...)
So it's all okay, and I've got the best part of a day off work to sort everything. So all's well that ends well.
Is it wrong that I feel kinda sorry for the guys who broke in? I mean, my car contained a satnav mount but no satnav unit, an iPod charger but no iPod, a rubbishy stereo that they couldn't get out, and nothing at all of value. Apart from the gigantic pile of gold bullion under the passenger seat that they stole. Honest, Mr. Insurance man! They really did waste their time.
Crime, eh?