So, I just got home from a wonderful night with my mommy. We made cookies and yummy homemade Fettuccini Alfredo for the cookbook and had such a relaxing day. As I pull into my driveway my neighbor comes up to my car and asks me if I knew that someone broke into my car at 2:00am on Wednesday night (Thursday morning). WHAT?????? Ummmm…no.
Apparently, our other neighbor gets home from work at 2:00am and saw a man bent into the driver’s side door of my car, rifling around in it. Being the ballsy chick that she must be, she shouted over for him to get the hell out of my car. She called the cops and her husband came out and chased him down the street. He followed him all the way to an old Nova and when the guy realized that he was caught, he jumped into the Nova, waved a gun and took off. HOLY SHITCAKES!
When I went out to my car on Thursday I noticed that when I opened the door it didn’t give me the normal resistance–kinda like it wasn’t shut all the way, but I figured since it was 6:30am that I was just still half-asleep and imagining things. I guess not!
What I want to know is why the fuck didn’t my car alarm go off? What is the point of having one of those damn things if it doesn’t work? And, nothing is missing, not that there is anything to take other than two 9-packs of Charmin, a happy-faced umbrella and some trash. And, it’s a 7 year old Hyundai Elantra. What in the hell did he think he’d get?
The thing that really freaks me out is that I sit in my car in the middle of the night all the time playing Angry Birds (evil fuckin’ game! :) ) and listening to music. I was out in my car THAT night around 1:30am. I’d sit in the backyard to play instead of the front yard, but if I go out there late at night my rooster wakes up and starts cockadoodledooing like it’s dawn. I don’t want him to wake up the neighbors so that they complain and make me get rid of my beloved chicken.
Now I’m completely and totally unsafe feeling. My hubby travels all the time for work and I’m here alone (stalkers of the world, now you have more info than you need). We are well-armed in this house and I came in first place in my concealed carry weapons class, so I can shoot a damn fine shot, even in dim lighting and under stressful circumstances, but I’d really prefer to not shoot anyone.
Shit. This blows. I’d say it’s high time for a LOT more outside lighting. My house is going to be so brightly lit at night it’s gonna seem like daytime.
Man, I fuckin’ hate shitty, bad people who make me feel unsafe in my own home. I do believe I’m now in the mood to kick some ass. Oh, and I’m off to the gun shop tomorrow. You can get a shotgun in about 60 seconds out here in the wild west and there’s a gun shop 3 minutes down the road.
Total suck. Yep. I’m pissed.