... filing a police report for the break-in of my car and detached garage.
Unfortunately, late last night or early this morning someone broke into my car. Since a majority of the time I leave my car parked directly beside the garage because it's such a tight fit, I guess it was only a matter of time.
I immediately knew something was wrong when I walked outside around 10:30 am and noticed that the garage door was open. I know I didn't leave it open yesterday. And really ... my neighborhood is so nosy that if it was open with all the lights off, somebody would have knocked on my door and told me to close it. After looking around to see if anything was missing, I closed the door from inside the garage, walked out our gate, and put Grady in the car. I then saw that my driver's seat was moved all the way forward, almost touching the steering wheel.
But the kicker was when I climbed into my seat and immediately reached down for my brand new sunglasses that were no longer there, and then reached up to my visor to open up the garage door to look inside for them ... and the remote to the garage door was gone too.
Surprisingly, nothing else was missing. The quarters for the parking meters were still piled high in the console. The large sleeve of DVDs for the kids was exactly where we left it. The bags of clothes to be returned to stores like Gap, Banana Republic, and Target were still strewn around the backseat. I was perplexed.
I called the Newport Beach Police Department and reported the crime. I seriously have no clue how they got into the car. They didn't break the window. It doesn't look like they used a slim jim. But I'm positive that I locked the car when I went into the house yesterday. I'm positive! I mean, I think I'm positive...
The fact remains that I'm now missing the sunglasses that I bought while Matt was in town. And I have to deal with getting a new garage remote, re-programing it to a new setting, and have the side door to the garage re-keyed as the burglars appear to have broken something off in the lock, and my key no longer goes fits ... The landlord knows all about it now. I've sent several text messages and followed up with a phone call. She told me that she'll talk with her husband and take care of things. She also mentioned that her neighbor had her car broken into this morning as well, and the police told her there were a rash of break-ins this morning in our neighborhood.
Armed with this knowledge, let's just see how long it takes her to react. So far, I never received a return phone call or text message. Nor do I have a new remote, new lock, or new key.
Tonight I think I'll be skipping the Trader Joe's marinated garlic mushrooms and going straight for the big guns.
Left over Girl Scout Cookies...
(post edited to remind everyone that according to the girls there WAS a bright side ... The thief thankfully didn't find their bubble gum or play horse in the backseat ... otherwise I would have had to replace them. Whew! I was lucky ...)