21 October 2008

San Francisco Hates My Car

This is my car. It usually has a window. Today, it does not. You may notice it's parked in a "secure" garage. I walked up to it at 3:30 like I do every morning and noticed there was glass everywhere. It appears the violator smashed the passenger window in and took the change out of the change cup. None of the CDs were taken, nothing with my name on it was taken from the glove compartment. A jacket in the back seat was still there. And that's about all I keep in my car.

Now it's full of glass.

I called Jesse, Progressive, and my mom. Jesse came down. Progressive found a repair shop. My mom told me to move.

I don't know what we can do differently. We park in a well-lit, patrolled garage. We don't keep things on the seats. We don't keep things in there period. So I don't know what we're going to do.
~ Danie D.
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