Break-In

My car was broken into.

I’m getting ahead of myself.

After months and months and months of getting parking tickets for having NJ plates, I finally got all my paperwork together and registered my car in DC.  It was a remarkably easy process.  The inspection took maybe 40 minutes.  And my day in DMV, when the line was around the corner, took less than an hour.  Let me say that again – LESS THAN AN HOUR.  I had just sat down in a seat and started looking for a pen to fill out the forms when my number was called.  I’ve never EVER had anything like that happen before.  EVER.  The longest thing about my visit to DMV was waiting in line to check in to get the forms I needed and waiting to have my picture taken for my new license.  The wait for the picture was, assuredly, not so that they could take glam shots.  My orange-hue, Ooompa Loopma face proves that.  Nope, the computers went down and they had to reboot.

So other than this:

My new DC license photo - for realz

The trip was easy, breezy. This is not the typical DMV visit, to be sure.  Normally, the first trip to DMV is to wait for several hours only to be told that you forgot a form or document that you are sure the website did not mention but which the person behind the counter says is the lynch pin to the whole process, so you have to go home and start all over again.

The DMV was not the only easy, breezy thing that’s happened to me lately.  I’ve had remarkably good luck lately.  We’ve had several furniture deliveries and all have gone shockingly better than expected.  Like the package arrives at the start of the 4-hour window, or it arrives early.  Yes, I said early.  WHAT?!  This is not supposed to happen.  Here, too, they are supposed to make you wait and waste half your day.  Then I went to NYC for work, had a fantastic trip, learned a lot, and got half price off my parking because the guy at the garage, who was really nice and super chatty, noticed that I had come from a local hotel that gets half off.  I had no idea.

Also, while in NJ to see my family, I had a good trip.  I actually slept, which was nice.  I ate a lot.  And they bought me – or rather, CoCo – all sorts of presents.  Seriously, CoCo, who currently doesn’t wear clothes, now has more clothes than I do.  And we haven’t even had my mother’s shower yet.  Sure, I had to let them take pictures of me, and I had to let them touch and talk to my stomach.  Fine.  But still, lots and lots of presents for nothing.

Even HC and I have been getting along lately and have been able to make some key decisions about pending projects that we’d love to have done before this baby shows up.

So all in all, my luck had been on a serious upswing.

I should have known bad things were on the horizon.  Well, to be fair, I did know bad things were on the horizon.  It was just a matter of time before my luck was going to swing the other direction.  This is the way luck goes.

So here we are.  My newly registered, newly insured car was broken into right in front of our house on a highly traveled, well-lit street.  HC found it.  He was heading out to work and then came back in to tell me what happened. He asked if I had anything valuable in the car.

Luckily, all those presents from my family had already been taken into the house – or left in NJ.  My EZ-Pass was still in the car, as were my sunglasses.  But I didn’t see the GPS.  I  mentioned this to HC.  His response?  “You shouldn’t leave the GPS in a visible spot in the car.  You should have put it in the glove compartment.”  Thanks, HC.  Super helpful right now.

HC left for work while I waited for the police to get there.  When the cops showed up on the scene, I told them that the only thing missing was the GPS.  The cop’s response?  “You can’t leave the GPS in the car.  It’s going to get stolen.”  Again, super helpful right now.

After CSI-DC showed up and dusted for prints – all of which probably are from HC – I headed to work in the car.  I decided to check the glove compartment.  Low and behold – there was the GPS.  Turns out, I did put it in the glove compartment.  Sometimes I’m smarter than I look.

So other than the inconvenience and annoyance of having to pay to have the window replaced, this break-in wasn’t so bad.  I mean, I was fine with someone stealing the GPS because I hate that thing.  And I was immediately relieved when I saw that my sunglasses were still there.  But then to find the GPS, which I had remembered to put away in the glove compartment?  Well, that’s pretty good.

Why did they break in, you may be asking yourself.  Well, we keep an i-Pod cassette adapter in the tape deck.  Yes, I still have a tape deck.  So these degenerate criminals probably thought they’d get an i-Pod.  Sadly for them, I keep my i-Pod in my purse.  Suckas!

But one concern remains.  The bad luck is probably not over.  More is probably to come.  Stay tuned.

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