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Pollyanna of Green Gables
I have to admit, I'm a generally trusting soul. Gullible, some would say. I tend to take people at both their face value and their word until proven wrong, and even then forgive more often than subsequent experience sometimes proves wise. Of greatest relevance at the moment, I usually assume that Bad Things- be they medical, legal, emotional or just about anything else- won't happen to me until they do- and then I'll try to more than make up for it by obsessing about them never happening again.

Eleanor's brother tends, at times, to the other extreme- almost to distraction. Of greatest relevance at the moment: Charlie bought a Club (the steering wheel variety, not the caveman type) for his most recent new car purchase, and he locks that sucker down everywhere- including in our driveway when he visits here. It almost seemed a slap at our bucolic existence back here. Hell, I usually don't even lock my car for the roughly half-year I leave it outside- and as often as not, I leave my wallet in the car- relatively out of sight, but available to anyone who could both dare to do it and see what they were daring.

That is, until today.

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I worked from home almost the entire day today, not leaving until close to 4. When I went out to my car, I saw most of the contents of my glove compartment on the passenger seat. Now, I have it pretty stuffed (it's my traveling office for making bank deposits, so there are endorsement stamps, plus my notary stamp and some other shit that always needs to travel), and it might have popped open, but not down to the manuals getting both separated and elevated to the top of the passenger-seat pile.

Instantly, I checked the hidey-hole, and my wallet was still there- but the midweek stash of Very Little Cash (five bucks in singles is what I remember) was gone. Credit cards, license, the hard-to-replace stuff was still there. I thus began my new routine- every time the doors close, the fob goes beep-beep-beep.

We have a pretty good idea whodunit. There's a small pack of Funny Lookin Kids from down the street, tweenish in age, who often hang out on the street corner nearest our home when they're not riding bikes and segways with no helmets or hanging from tree branches. They seem just the right age and disposition to be trying little tricks like this- and like keying neighborhood cars. Both mine, and Ellen's across the street, have gotten little love bites in the past few months. I doubt I'll try to get them in trouble- no doubt their helicopter parents would swoop in to rescue the little special snowflakes if I tried to sic the po-po's on them- but I am going to start taking greater precautions and watching the little galoots like a hawk from now on.
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symian From: symian Date: July 24th, 2014 01:09 am (UTC) (Link)
Yup! You need to be more careful with your stuff. I learned that too. I had my back window broken and a big old VCR recorder stolen in its case from the back. It had been there for years. It's when I visited my nephew downtown to help him move. It was in the college house area and not in some worrisome place, so I never gave it a second though. It turns out a neighborhood crackhead thought enough of it to break my back passenger side window to grab it. I guess he though it was a modern piece of equipment. *sighs*

I learned then and there to leave nothing that looks like it could be of any value in the car, not even a pack of cigarettes on the seat.
ellettra From: ellettra Date: July 24th, 2014 05:47 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oooooh man. That is so obnoxious. It's happened here, too. Heck the little bastards just came right into my HOUSE once. (Which is why I do not leave the windows open without the bars in them now!) Kids are kids, I guess, but I agree that they bear keeping an eye on.
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