I'm interrupting the previously scheduled discussion on what constitutes greatness in art to just say FUCK!
This is what I found when I went to go to my car this a.m.:
This is how they got in:
I don't really give a shit about the car per se (it does it's job but I don't love the thing), but here I sit now at home. I have to wait for the claim's adjustor to call me back to find out if I have any coverage for rentals on my car insurance. I had to cancel my therapy. I may have to cancel my clients today.
And the police response? We'll send you a form to fill out and send back in.
I do get some slim satisfaction that the twunty bastards weren't smart enough to figure out how to actually steal it. And also that, although there's a lot of crap in my car, there was nothing valuable for them to steal.
Okay, now go to the previous post and read Swiss Toni's review! (Yes, that's an order...I'm in no mood to be messed with today!)