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Someone tried to steal my car tonight out of the parking lot at work. Really irritating because it's a real piece of shit. The driver's door won't lock because some mechanics managed to break the window mechanism (I have no idea how they managed it) so it won't roll up and down and if you try to engage the lock it gets tangled in the window mechanism and doesn't work at all. Since I can't lock it, I let the coffee cups and bottles and other stuff accumulate, since who in their right mind would want to mess around inside a car that is basically a rolling recycle bin?
Apparently these guys. The security guy at work was on the ball. They came in, bought a screwdriver, and left. He thought it was rather weird, so did a scan of the parking lot with the camera from his office. Spotted them around and inside the car and so called the security guy who patrols the shopping center lot. He came around in his golf cart with his little flashing light and they ran off.
They'd managed to pop my ignition and all they'd have needed was a minute or so to start it with a screwdriver. I know that because that's how I started it to drive home.
I was pretty pissed. Okay, I was really pissed.
Then I get a text message from my ex, asking me to give her a call. I rang her up about five minutes before my lunch was over and we talked about presents for the boys for a few minutes. Then I made a political remark so she had to tell me this stupid political joke.
I mean stupid. She's apolitical--she distrusts all politicians equally. Not the wisest point of view, but I can understand it. She's cynical about everything, so it goes with the territory.
Anyway, this joke was about how you can tell people of different political pursuasions apart based on how they react if someone tries to mug them at gunpoint. How the dems would start discussing the social ramifications of actually giving them money (whatever), the how the repugs would pull out a gun and have a shootout, and how an independent (whatever the hell that is) pulls out a gun, empties the magazine, reloads, and repeats.
I told you it was a stupid joke. I'm not sure how it's even a joke. Sad, really. She used to have the best jokes.
My response was the Republican would probably whip out his wee-wee and want some oral action before forking over the cash. The way I see it, that's one hell of a lot funnier than the other way.
So needless to say I'm annoyed tonight. Work was hectic, we ended up leaving the store in much worse shape than I like, and I'm still debating whether or not to file a police report. The two perps were little more than kids--late teens, early twenties, maybe--and, while I would be tempted to give them a sound thrashing, I'm also aware the cops really won't give a shit. The security guy at work wants me to and, frankly, I probably should just on the off chance they can be stopped before they pull it on the next person.
But it seems that even if they were caught and charged, they'd either get a slap on the wrist or a punishment far beyond what the crime was worth. The notion of them going to prison to become somebody's prey in exchange for trying (or even succeeding) to steal my car just makes me twitchy. A drubbing, sure. Some of the stuff that can happen in there, and all too often does? Not pleasant to contemplate.
So I find myself in a moral quandry and it bugs me that I am.
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