As they used to say on “Car Talk”, “Well, it’s happened again…”. This morning I discovered that some asshole(s) unlocked my car and rummaged through the center console and glovebox. Fuckers. At best they walked away with a canvas pencil case filled with a pencil, eraser, wired earbuds, and a cheap-ass boxcutter. Fuckers.
This morning I learned that I have to be at home when I call 911, because Atlanta police doesn’t take reports over the phone.
With each incident my desire to live in Atlanta diminishes.