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Mar. 10th, 2010 08:19 amDear Attempted Car-Pickpockets:
Thank you for the reminder to lock my fucking doors. Thank you, also, for emptying half of my console into my passenger seat; I hope you enjoyed perusing my Meat Loaf and Melissa Etheridge collection. Sorry I don't keep anything more valuable than that in there; thanks for leaving me my tunes. I see I still have a glovebox door; I guess you didn't have a prybar or a Jaws Of Life. Don't feel bad; I've been unsuccessfully attempting to break into it, too, ever since I got the car.
I can only assume you were pressed for time or stoned blind, otherwise the remote hiding under all the mix CDs would've directed your attention to the TV in the back and the DVD player with it. For that matter, the CDs should've been a pointer to hunt for the car kit hiding in the floorboard under all the balagan, but hey, far be it from me to tell you your job.
I almost feel sorry for you, though, you poor shit. Could've made a buck or two selling all the aluminium rattling around in there for scrap, but no.
Anyway, better luck next time. Ideally with someone else's ride.
~*J.
Thank you for the reminder to lock my fucking doors. Thank you, also, for emptying half of my console into my passenger seat; I hope you enjoyed perusing my Meat Loaf and Melissa Etheridge collection. Sorry I don't keep anything more valuable than that in there; thanks for leaving me my tunes. I see I still have a glovebox door; I guess you didn't have a prybar or a Jaws Of Life. Don't feel bad; I've been unsuccessfully attempting to break into it, too, ever since I got the car.
I can only assume you were pressed for time or stoned blind, otherwise the remote hiding under all the mix CDs would've directed your attention to the TV in the back and the DVD player with it. For that matter, the CDs should've been a pointer to hunt for the car kit hiding in the floorboard under all the balagan, but hey, far be it from me to tell you your job.
I almost feel sorry for you, though, you poor shit. Could've made a buck or two selling all the aluminium rattling around in there for scrap, but no.
Anyway, better luck next time. Ideally with someone else's ride.
~*J.
