Wednesday, September 28, 2005
is it chico or what?
A couple weeks after we moved in to our new place, one of the girls in our complex got her faceplate off her stereo stolen. Yeah, I think, I know that feeling all too well. I now have a detachable faceplate on my new alpine deck, so I keep mine under the seat or take it in the house if I know the car won't be driven for a while. Like I said, I'm no stranger to having shit stolen from me. Last week, my bike - along with my roommates and my neighbors - was stolen (but that's another story). That's bike #2 for me. Not to mention the car last semester, the $700 worth of car stereo before that and my other bike.
Anyway, the insurance guy is coming to look at the damage to my car today, so I thought I'd clean it up a bit and get rid of the monthandahalfold in-n-out box in the back. First thing I notice as I approach my car is the glove box is hanging open. Second thing I notice is the trunk is popped. Third and final thing I notice is the door is slightly ajar as well as unlocked.
Not again.
I open the door and sit in the car. The faceplate is gone; then again, it is always detached. I feel under the seat and pull out ... the faceplate? Apparently the would-be burglar didn't find it. I scan through the glovebox. Everything is there from the spare light bulb to the brand new registration card to the pink slips to the car! Everything in the back was still there - a bunch of blank DVDs, an alternator, a lot of trash, a movie, even the car's spare key I still had in the side map pocket. Wow. I was amazed.
Then it hit me. My CDs. They were the only thing I couldn't find. My CDs which I haven't listened to in over a year since I got my iPod. These poor bastards didn't take the change off the seat, but they took my collection of CDs from high school. I hope they enjoy listening to burned copies of Five Iron Frenzy and Green Day and Dave Matthews Band. I'm not even reporting this to my insurance company.
A word of advice: If you live in Chico, lock your doors. Take it from me, I know.
I had decided not to paint it anyway, but alas, things never really work out like we plan, do they?