April 1st, 2008
|06:37 pm - molotov|
so someone broke into my car last night. or more accurately, sometime between about 5pm-11am. they didn't break anything getting in, so either i forgot to lock it, or they know how to pop it open. luckily i had nothing of value in the car, so they just took my change pile (a couple of bucks worth) and dumped all the stuff from my glove compartment on the floor. nevertheless, this is pretty fucked.
 what is with cars being so easy to open? like if you lock the keys in the car and call AAA, the dude shows up with his metal stick and 10 seconds later you're in. it should be more complicated than that, shouldn't it? isn't that the whole point of cars having locks, that it will take more than 10 seconds and a metal stick for someone to get into them?
it breaks my heart every time i lose a little faith in people. living here, this is the 1st time i have felt the need to lock my room door when i go out. used to be, i didn't even close my door. when i lived in woodruff (unh dorm), i left my door propped open all the time, except when i was sleeping or something. it was a point of pride for me, and a statement of trust. i would go to class, i would go home for the weekend, whatever, i left it there. and no one ever violated that. and that was in a college dorm of 50 people i mostly didn't know so well. this is a fucking CO-OP of 15 people and we are mostly all friends, and yet shit goes down. i don't know what the hole in the community is. where is this contradiction coming from?
we forget to lock the back door of our house all the time. sometimes its left wide open.
food goes missing here. thats about it.
i am eating your food. it is delicious.
it happened because you read slash.
|Date:||April 2nd, 2008 02:19 pm (UTC)|| |
but you closed the door when you lived with me! you didn't trust my cat!
|Date:||April 2nd, 2008 03:11 pm (UTC)|| |
I don't trust your cat. She just threw up.
they pounced on my face when i was sleeping! they poked holes in my bed! they knocked over my piles of trash!
Eh. That's what pissed me off when Joe's truck got broken into and my purse stolen. We were at a party with his friend. 30 people at the most, and it was an isolated house in the country. I really didn't even think twice about leaving my purse on the seat. I'm an idiot.
maybe it's people outside the community. i'm sure friends of friends of friends wander into the house and it's not like anyone watches people like a hawk to make sure they are not doing sketchy things. i think woodruff had a much better community feel than your house. your house just doesn't feel all that co-opy to me in the way that i have an idealistic co-op in my head.
|Date:||April 2nd, 2008 09:20 pm (UTC)|| |
my girlfriend is borrowing her dad's car while hers is in service, and exactly the same thing happened last night - car opened, rummaged, nothing taken (that we could see) bar like six bucks change.
crap, but at the same time, great, because six bucks is not much compared to what could have happened.
time to put booby traps in your car
(bonus points if they actually catch you some boobies)
a few weeks ago i was out in the parking lot with some friends, and some friends of theirs were waiting for a tow truck, and the tow truck driver was telling the story about this lady with some super expensive BMW(?) that she'd been told was impossible to break into, and she was convinced he wouldn't be able to get into it, and then by the time she was done telling the story he had her car door open.
(hooray run-on sentences!)