it’s not about you

Last night, Joshua and I were sitting in our living room watching a movie, when we heard a loud commotion right outside our house. He asked me what that was, so I went to the window and peeked out the closed blinds. There was a black SUV parked in the middle of our street with its brake lights on. I looked over at our car, to see the trunk lid open and to hear someone ripping off the four folding chairs we had taken to brunch and my sister’s wedding shower earlier that day.

“Someone’s breaking into our car!” I yelled to Joshua, who tried to run out the front door. “Don’t you dare go down there!” I yelled at him. I picked up the phone and dialed 911, only to have the battery die. I told Joshua to grab the cell phone and call, and we both tried to go out on the porch to get the license plate number, but the SUV drove around the corner and away. Our street lamp has been out.

Joshua went down to see the damage with the 911 dispatch on the phone. I was shaking and pumped full of adrenaline, so I picked up our corded phone and called Mark and Dawn for moral support. While Mark and I were talking, Joshua came back upstairs, and I saw another black SUV. I told Joshua to call the cops again, but it wasn’t the same one. We both got off the phones and went downstairs. Our driver window has been busted out and we figure they used the trunk release to open the trunk. Our neighbor’s car, which was parked in front of ours, also had their window busted out, but it looked like nothing had been taken. A couple of cars before ours down the street also had their windows busted.

We stood outside with our neighbors talking, and a police cruiser came down the street. We flagged them down. Apparently they had responded to my hang up when my phone battery went out. They surveyed all the damage and gave us the number to call to file a police report. A couple of other neighbors we know came over to talk the police as well. Ashley, across the street and about halfway down, was able to give the police a description of one of the guys. Then they backed up down the street to look at the other cars broken into. We stood around outside for a while. There was nothing left to do about it.

This is the fourth time in less than a year that our car has been broken into. It was stolen one of those times. This is starting to get old. Thing is, we have nothing left to steal in our car. And if someone needed chairs that bad, all they had to do was knock on our door and we would have given them away in a heartbeat. Really. Sheesh.

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