Number three
We are now up to the third window to be replaced on our car. Apparently the bad guys tried to break both my front driver window and the sliding passenger door window behind it before they succeeded with the rear window. Insurance claims lady said they probably started with the passenger side windows to be concealed between our car and the SUV next to it and when they couldn't get enough force to break the windows like that, they moved to the back and threw the rock or whatever in from there. That looks about right as shattered glass was strewn all the way up to Stinkerbelle's car seat in the second row of seats.I'm glad my deductible is only $100 or this would have been really costly to replace the three windows.
Jeers go out to the Arlington Police Department for not being helpful at all about this. They refused to come out and do a police report for us or the other two cars that were broken into. I had to do a report on the phone later in the night. They also didn't offer me any guidance on what to do regarding protecting my identity and credit. It was enough to keep us from wanting to stay in Arlington in that area when we were looking for a hotel Saturday night, too. Not a good way to make the city seem hospitable. One of the families in the SUV next to us was visiting the area from San Antonio.
We spent the better part of 45 minutes cleaning out more glass in the minivan this afternoon. I have small cuts on my knees and the palms of my hand from trying to get it all vaccuumed up. Apparently, the tempered glass shatters completely. I found glass under the front seat of the car, too.
I hate bad guys. I hope they get some rare form of herpes or syphillis and they get giant sores on their dicks and they ooze and hurt and then they go into the ocean and the salt water gets in the open sores and it burns. Then, and only then, do I hope they die. Not that I'm bitter or anything.
p.s. AoD remembered the post about Phil the Syphillus Sore.
p.s. p.s. I updated with a picture I took at the parking lot Friday night. The lights in the background - the Titan roller coaster at Six Flags.
7 Comments:
At 8:57 PM, August 13, 2007,
Rachelle Jones said…
how insane...
I hope the thief gets caught...and soon!!
Have yu seen Glan Becks flag?
At 9:08 PM, August 13, 2007,
Paul Mazur said…
AOM,
My wife was quite distraught (OK, that's a euphemism for f%#@'n PO'd) when our vehicle was broken into a few years back. Someone threw a rock through the window and stole a camera (why it was in the truck?, no comment) that had pictures of her dad before not long before he died. Glass coverage is great to minimize $$ loss, but we were finding glass shards for over a year.
-Paul (youngest Mazur at Mazurland, the cute one in the middle)
At 9:39 AM, August 14, 2007,
Gadfly said…
How subtle
My shitty pickup truck that I had when I worked at the MRT got broken into. Jackass pried the lock out of the door and was too stupid to even do that right, until he finally realized the door was unlocked the whole time.
Hello! Dumbass! The stereo is broken! There's a reason I didn't bother locking it.
At 11:36 AM, August 14, 2007,
Moi said…
I hope when they are trying to rinse off the salt water, they accidentally grab a bottle of isopropyl alcohol. Then when they grab a towel to dry themselves, it is magically covered in the shards of glass from your car.
At 7:17 AM, August 16, 2007,
Squeak said…
Oh! that makes Me so mad!!! I hope they come down with saver dysentery far far away from any restroom.
At 10:47 AM, August 16, 2007,
Anonymous said…
I agree with everything you said about the limp-dick who broke into your van, but as a former LEO (who would NEVER have given you the grief the Arlington PD apparently did; unless they had a full-blown massive riot combined with a natural disaster of Biblical Proportions going on, it was just plain WRONG!), I DO have one question for you:
WHAT was your purse doing in the van, anyway?
Other than that, let's go find the bastard and glass-whip him prior to a salt-water scrubdown - with Lysol and a floor scrubber!
At 10:55 AM, August 16, 2007,
Army of Mom said…
Anon - I already got that lecture from my husband, trust me. I got it in spades. I have always carried my purse with me in case I need it. When I don't carry it into the ballgame or other similiar places, I would conceal it under a stash of junk I carry around in the back end (blankets and towels). Unfortunately, I was one of those people who thought it would never happen to me. I don't drive a flashy car, I don't leave stuff out in plain sight. I thought I was doing a good job of protecting my property.
Now, I'm paranoid to the nth degree about everything.
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