My fault for promising an update
I don't know if I've mentioned it here, but my friend G- took off at the end of February for four months, and lent me his car while he was away. It's nothing special - an early '90s Honda Civic, but it is a car, and it runs well, and it's cheap on gas.
G- returns this evening, and thus our time with a car comes to a close. The original plan was for me to pick him up in his car at the airport this evening, and let him decide whether to keep the car right away, or whether to claim it back tomorrow or the day after.
Last night, the car was broken into. Stupid Thieves broke the passenger side window, took a couple of bucks in change from the ashtray, and made off with the rear speakers.
Oh, and a fire extinguisher. A small one, that fit inside the glove compartment.
Such a pain in the ass. So now I'm still picking him up from the airport (because we discovered the theft after he likely boarded his plane), but I'll have to take my mother's car to do it, and now his first order of business upon getting home is to replace the window, talk to his insurance company, etc. Hardly the "welcome home!" present I had hoped.
All of this means, too, that instead of going climbing today, we got to spend the better part of an hour fishing pieces of glass out of random nooks and crannies. We still need to vacuum the car, to get the last of it.
I call the thieves stupid because they obviously saw the speakers and went after those - there was evidence of a failed attempt to come in via the rear window - and grabbed the easy change, but left things like the car stereo, new jumper cables, and a bunch more easy-to-fence stuff.
G- returns this evening, and thus our time with a car comes to a close. The original plan was for me to pick him up in his car at the airport this evening, and let him decide whether to keep the car right away, or whether to claim it back tomorrow or the day after.
Last night, the car was broken into. Stupid Thieves broke the passenger side window, took a couple of bucks in change from the ashtray, and made off with the rear speakers.
Oh, and a fire extinguisher. A small one, that fit inside the glove compartment.
Such a pain in the ass. So now I'm still picking him up from the airport (because we discovered the theft after he likely boarded his plane), but I'll have to take my mother's car to do it, and now his first order of business upon getting home is to replace the window, talk to his insurance company, etc. Hardly the "welcome home!" present I had hoped.
All of this means, too, that instead of going climbing today, we got to spend the better part of an hour fishing pieces of glass out of random nooks and crannies. We still need to vacuum the car, to get the last of it.
I call the thieves stupid because they obviously saw the speakers and went after those - there was evidence of a failed attempt to come in via the rear window - and grabbed the easy change, but left things like the car stereo, new jumper cables, and a bunch more easy-to-fence stuff.