Walking to my vehicle last night after work, I saw what I thought was a puddle of someone’s drink with ice cubes they’d dumped near my car. When I came closer I realized what it was and my tummy flipped. The back window of my SUV was busted out. Knowing exactly where to look next, my tummy flipped again as I saw my purse (and other belongings) were gone. (To get it over with: yes, I confess I left my purse while I went inside to snap party pics. Lesson learned.) I was parked in a lot in the Rivermarket with many other cars, not a random creepy, dark, dangerous place. (Well, now that I say that…) After the shock, then a prayer, then realization it’s not getting any better just looking at it, I called the police then my mom. After 20 minutes and police still not there, I called again….Finally two officers who “happened to be passing through” saw my vehicle and stopped. They weren’t the ones who were sent to save me yet I waited 30 minutes before they did; I wonder how long before the others who’d gotten the call would have taken to find me! But these officers were very comforting, intrepid, and helpful.
Police report, calls to my bank and the credit card company, blah blah blah…you don’t care about reading all that… It’s after 10:00, dark and cold. My feelings are hurt and I’m ready to go home and know everything is safe. Another prayer. My commute home was cold and uneasy. Big brother was urgent yet soothing during our 12 phone calls back and forth regarding my stolen goods…and tips on how to cover up my window.
I got home to eat an 11:00 p.m. dinner. After a few minutes of more prayer and a little Jimmy Fallon (I think that’s what I was watching–I wasn’t even concentrating on it!) I went to bed, tired from the week but wired from the events…
This morn I woke up before my alarm clock and made a follow up call to my bank. I’m still leery.
Fast forward: I got my window replaced at Glass Pro this morning. Friendly and efficient. I have packed another wallet and purse with a new checkbook. I’ll take care of Social Security and a new driver’s license after the weekend. Another prayer.
It could have been worse. I could’ve walked up on the thief and they could have pulled a gun. Or attacked me. They could have broken out all the windows. They chose a good one to hit–gift cards, stamps, makeup, perfume…even shoes. You betcha.) But I can go shopping for all new makeup in the comfort of my own home. Literally. I have other purses to carry. I can restock business cards. It just STINKS and is an inconvenience (an expensive one!) to put back in order. But I will be fine and keep my chin up.
Window replacement = $167
Purse and other property taken = $500+
Family to give guidance, advice and a bit of comical relief = Priceless
All my blessings and the opportunity to share some of those blessings with that thief = Double priceless.
But I hope he/she steps in dog poop.
Be careful and smart out there, kids.
