Overnight my car was broken into. They broke the window and made off with the radio and a bunch of CDs, but they must have used a tractor to pull the damn thing out, because the entire middle console needs replacing.

The silver linings in these clouds are that the police were helpful, fast, and very friendly, and the service, which is tied to the insurance company, was also professional.

This is the second time in two months the car’s been broken into. “That’s nothing,” my friend told me. “Ours has been broken into five times in seven months. We don’t keep anything in it anymore. The last time they stole the maps that were in the glove box.”

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