Joel's car has been broken into a total of FOUR TIMES now. Twice in the last three days. I am so angry I could spit. The police say there's nothing they can do, short of filing a report.
When it happened two nights ago, we joked about putting this sign in the passenger side window.
To the individual who has broken my window 3 times in the last 3 months,
The guys at the junkyard can’t stop laughing at me. The iPod? Okay. I deserved that. The loose change? Whatever, dude. But the baseball glove I just got done breaking in and my cleats right before my championship game? That hurts, man. By the way, I no longer keep anything of value in here at all. If there’s something you want, I’ve left the window open a few inches. Please unlock the door, open it and take what you want. Thanks.
Now we want to hide in the bushes and wait for them.
We won't, but I am so, so frustrated. And no, Joel doesn't have a beef with anyone. There's no one who hates us this much. Even a disgruntled student would have to spend over two hours on three different kinds of public transportation to get here, and there's just no way that's happening every other night. Grrr.