What is so wrong with the world today that no one has any respect for anyone else’s personal property? I woke up this morning, in a pretty good mood. I figured that I would spend the morning helping the girlfriend with the household chores and then I would go over to my parents house for the day and spend some time with them. When I got up to take the trash out, I noticed that my car was missing. I called out the the girlfriend who then came rushing out of the house in disbelief. She made the comment that it had been there when she went out to the clothes dryer and that it must have just happened. I agreed, because when I had awoken at around 8:00 I had seen that the car was, in fact, out where I had parked it: right in front of the back yard in our alleyway. The next-door neighbor, upon being asked, had also said that he had seen the car parked where I left it at around 5:00 am, when he had gotten off of work.

So here are the facts as I know them: We woke up at around 8:00 am and the car was there; the girlfriend had seen the car when she went out to put the laundry in the dryer the first time at around 9:00 am and the second time, at around 10:00 am. We had heard my girlfriend’s car alarm at around 10:30 am and thought nothing of it, since I had heard what I thought was the other neighbor’s box truck or a tow truck going down the alley and figured that the vibrations from it had tripped the tamper warning.  The neighbor had also seen the car when he arrived home at 5:oo am. So between the hours of 11:00 pm, when I arrived home and 10:00 am, the car was parked and secured. I had the doors locked, so they couldn’t have just invited themselves in and there was no glass on the ground, which means that they had slim-jimmed my lock and then popped my ignition. I went to take the trash out at around 11:30 am, which means they had only about a half hour to get in and get out. It turns out that yet another neighbor, who had a Honda Accord, had it stolen from the same complex last week. This means that these guys are professionals since they were silent and quick. If it had been some local punks out to look for a joy ride, they would have A) waited till nightfall to insure that they wouldn’t be seen, and B) they wouldn't have gone through the trouble of being so quiet and slim-jimmed my door. I can almost guarentee that my car is currently at a chopshop and I will *not* get it back in at one whole piece. To be honest, I'm not looking to see the car again at all considering that I think they were pro's. Oh well. I guess shit happens. Why does it have to happen to me.