There have been mornings over the past few years on which I wondered how I managed to unlock my car doors, certain that I had locked them the previous night.
This morning I was perturbed at myself for seemingly accidentally pressing the trunk release, that was until I saw that the driver’s door wasn’t completely closed, and that someone had obviously rifled through the center console and glove compartment overnight. They had also opened the trunk, and looked for goodies in it as well. How they got in, given that the M6 has a “security” system, is baffling to me, though I imagine that the black market has all sorts of devices which can unlock modern car doors.
Upon quick inspection the biggest physical losses were the portable solar panel that I kept in the pocket behind the passenger seat, and the $1 bill that Bonnie had given me on Monday night. Fortunately the thief didn’t take my work ID, nor did he find the half-filled wallet that I absentmindedly left tucked into a compartment in the trunk. I am hoping that I don’t realize that anything else is missing.
Once again I feel violated, and a new “To Do” — Marie Kondo the fuck out of the car leaving only items which I won’t mind have being stolen from me — is on today’s agenda.
This has been my Public Service Announcement for the year.
