So Ringo starts growling/half-barking like he does when he wants to bark in the morning but knows someone (i.e. me) will throw a pillow at him. I wake up, tell him no. He continues, so I get up, and see, unexpectedly, two men in my mother's car. Immediately, I open the window, and yell "what do you think you're doing?" they stop, one of them says something to the effect "in the room" (I assume they meant, where's the crazy bitch voice coming from?), and then said something to me, but I don't remember what. I then replied with "yeah, that's what I thought" as they rode their bikes away from the crime scene. I turn to Alan and ask, "what should I do?" to which he replies (as any normal person just woken up at 3am) that I should call the police. So I get to call the cell emergency line for the first time! That was exciting. The police came, and the officer was very nice about the whole thing. I think she initially assumed I was much younger than I am, since she asked me at first if my parents were home. The operator had asked me to go outside to see what damage had been done to the car, so I did, and wow it was cold. I started shivering from the cold (pajamas + cold = shivers) so the guy thought I was nervous. I was fine, though, just frustrated. Glass was everywhere, and genius me decides to walk outside without shoes on. A sensation to which, I'm sorry to say, my feet are not wholly unaccustomed. They had just broken the back passanger little window, apparently with a screw driver. We don't, and never have, kept valuables in the car. Mom's car was a bit cluttered, which is probably why they picked hers in particular to explore. They didnt take anything, but it may have been pretty quick after the initial break-in since they hadn't reached the truck yet (which was empty aside from my GRE psychology subject test notes (what a score!). They'd gotten away, amazingly, from the three cop cars that converged on my house at 3:30am. The adrenaline, though, which filled my system prevented me from feeling the least bit tired. Dad and Alan both fell back asleep, and in my early morning mind, I thought the people might come back. I, apparently, do not know my car thieves. I fell asleep once it was light outside, because in the light everyone is safe. In the morning (my morning, I should say, which was 10:40am) I looked around the neighborhood and ours was the only targeted car--including an abandoned car which had been in a front end collision left on the street. Last night I stuck some cardboard in the window, and this morning the only mistake I made last night was brought to light when my dad walked over to the car, looked at it, and said "theres a hole" in the cardboard. Really? I told Mom I would clean out her car this weekend, anyway...So I took everything out and vacuumed out the car, and the sidewalk, the street, under the car, and in front of the wheels. I really love safety glass, I've always been so fascinated by it, and actually was entertained by crushing up the big bits to vacuume. We'll move the car into the driveway tonight, and listen when the dogs start growling. Poor Alan *tried* to stay up with me as I watched Antiques Roadshow and the Today Show at 5am. He was babbling most of the time, but it was pretty boss to have the company.
I got a little booklet from the officer about being violated by a crime (mostly victims rights) but it was mostly about rape and murder. She told me it wasn't applicable to my situation (gee, really?) but she had to give it to me anyway. She was nice, and I almost apologized about the lateness of the hour until I remembered that she *works* those hours every night. I'm too polite.
Oh yeah, and fingerprint powder is a bitch to clean. It was all over the drivers side door of mom's car, and the window. They didnt find any fingerprints.
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