Friday, March 5, 2010

We finally learned our lesson

We have two cars. One, our SUV, is used primarily by me to ferry the children hither and yon and for all our general family-car needs. The other, Josh's 1999 Acura with 167,000 miles on it, is used primarily by him if he is working in town or by one of us running an errand during naptime without any kids.

For the last two months, Josh's car has sat in front of the house on the street. Through several snowstorms and the general yuck of a highly-trafficked street, it just hung out, looking like a fine 11-year-old piece of automobile. We moved it a few times to go places, but for the most part, it was just sitting there. Actually, it was the car we took to the hospital when I was in labor, so that was a pretty significant trip. And come to think of it, a pretty significant reason to wash it.

Last week I had the pleasure of driving Josh's car, which I liken to being a Flintstone because after driving an SUV for four years, I feel like my feet could just run along under the car. I tried to look in the side mirror when I pulled out into traffic and couldn't see anything but grunge. How helpful.

I finally had the time to hit the carwash this week, and came home very proud of the cleanliness. I forgot the real color of that car and how nice it looks when it's all shiny and spiffed up.

Unfortunately, because I left in the middle of the day, I lost the rockstar parking in front of the house. So I parked on a sidestreet a half-block away and figured I would move it when I had a chance. But with three kids in the house, I didn't get the chance.

Yesterday, just two days after I parked it there, I noticed the door was not shut all the way when I drove by. Uh-oh, I thought, someone's been in there.

Longtime readers know we've had not one but two GPS devices stolen in the last three years and the two cars have been broken into a combined four times. And thanks to that, we've gotten smart. We never leave anything in the car and Josh actually leaves his car unlocked. Partly because he doesn't want people breaking the windows to get in and partly because his car alarm doesn't work and goes off randomly if the car is locked. Which is awesome fun for the neighbors at 3 a.m.

When I investigated further, I saw the contents of the glovebox all over the front seat. But HA HA on the would-be thieves, there was nothing in the car to take. Not even loose change. And because we leave the doors unlocked, we didn't have to pay for any broken windows. Score for us! It was such a non-event I didn't even call Josh to tell him. I just mentioned it in passing when we chatted last night.

Josh was disappointed they didn't try to take the whole car. That would have been infinitely more helpful, he said. Maybe next time.

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Blogger lonek8 said...

This reminds me of a friend of my father's (coworker I believe), who used to live right near Cabrini Green before all the gentrification around there. He had some old beater car, and they kept stealing the radio and breaking his window. So he stopped replacing the radio, and would leave it unlocked with a sign that said, "it's unlocked, please don't break the window." They broke it anyway, probably in retaliation for not having a radio to steal. I think he actually may have started leaving it unlocked with the windows rolled down, but I'm not sure. hope you get your killer spot back!

March 6, 2010 1:09 PM  
Blogger sarah said...

GAH! Again!! Sorry they didn't take the whole car. Maybe next time. ;-)

March 10, 2010 1:20 PM  

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