That Time Someone Smashed the Window of Our Car and Stole Our GPS

The good part:

They left my phone, which was sitting right below the GPS in the center console, in plain sight. (Never again.)

It didn’t happen somewhere else, leaving us stuck figuring out transportation home.

It didn’t happen last week when Rob wasn’t around to help me deal with it.

It was just drizzling, not pouring rain into the interior.

There were no guns pointed at my person.

A few weeks ago I heard a suggestion to change the “home” address in my GPS to the nearest intersection or gas station or whatever, so if it got stolen, thieves wouldn’t have a bee line to my front door. I did this immediately, in spite of Rob laughing at me for being paranoid.  Who’s laughing now, Blatt?!

We were able to log into our account and disable the software, so it’s pretty useless.

Even if it wasn’t useless, they forgot the power cord. The company has ceased production on all units, so they won’t be able to get another one. Ha!

They took the iPod/iPhone charger/player, probably thinking it was the charge cable to the GPS.  We debated spending so much (fifty bucks) on it, but the external buttons on it meant that changing the music was easy to do without taking our eyes off the road. That feature alone made it worth the cheddar. After a few weeks, though, the buttons stopped working, and I was really disappointed. We couldn’t chuck it because it was fifty bucks and still charged/played music, so we sucked it up.  I’m kind of excited to have to replace it.  Buttered popcorn.*

Our insurance paid for the glass, and it was fixed by ten the next morning.

The glass place meticulously vacuumed the interior of the whole car (it NEEDED it!)

NYPD showed up with not one, but two solid looking men in blue. Be still my heart.

*You know how you go to the movies with someone and they get a popcorn to share, and then while you’re getting the napkins and straws, they douse the thing in butter?  And then you’re like, “Oh no!  Well, if it’s already on there…”