... if I want to throw up, cry or go kick someone in the knee caps. This afternoon I went out to my truck on my way to pick up Ms. R and noticed the interior of my truck was askew. First I was annoyed because I thought Jerry had gone through it looking for something, then I noticed that my portable duel DVD player screens were gone. So I stormed into the house and asked Jerry if he'd borrowed it for some reason. He looked at me very confused then, "No." I rushed back out to my truck to do inventory. Glove compartment with insurance info still intact, good. Center console missing: clicker for garage, keys to Jerry's car and Pat's house. Central truck area missing: DVD player.Haha! Suckers! The gold mine was really in the back of the truck - my Michael Kors purse,
which is worth more than the DVD player (possibly my truck ...) was still there.
I'll admit, this whole incident could have been avoided if I had the habit of locking my truck when parked in my driveway. I've always thought, "It's right in my drive way, for heaven sake! Besides, what at they going to take? The DVD player?" Riiiight, exactly what they did. Skeeves me out. Unfortunately my truck is all manual and I was just too lazy to physically lock and unlock all the doors everytime we got in and out of our truck at the house. Another way it could have been avoided was Jerry making room in the garage for my truck. Either way, it's been pillaged and I no longer have the safe feeling of my neighborhood, or the stuff in my truck.
Jerry immediately reset the code for the garage so the clicker doesn't work anymore and called his brother for new locking mechanisms for his car. It still creeps me out, knowing that someone was 20 feet away from my front door raping my truck.