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Nov 3, 2007 - 01:06 AM |
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Man, i'm a Pussy. |
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So i just caught two kids rifling through my car, in my own driveway. I didn't lock it, which is my fault to begin with, but i live in a well establish nice neighborhood with upper middle class families. I've left that car unlocked several times with no concern, and the piece of shit Camry my dad commutes to work with is always unlocked, because it's impossible to unlock otherwise on the driver's side.
Now i'm here alone for the weekend; my dad's camping this weekend and my mom's in Cali with her sister. I rather like being alone for the weekend, but right now, i'm a little shaken. I was laying in bed, about to go to sleep when i thought i heard voices - at first i figured it was my imagination, making sounds out of the trees moving around outside my open window - but after a few seconds it was clearly language. I didn't actually hear words, but you can still recognize the pattern.
Since it's one thirty in the morning, my first thought is curiosity as i just figured it was people out walking. That would be strange, but non-threatening. So i look out my window, which faces the driveway and street and try to see people's walking. Instead i see two peoples leaning over inside the open doors of my car.
So i did my big-bad-wolf yell at em "Hey! Get outta there!" That's what i said. My voice is loud and deep enough to be threating, but "hey, get outta there!" probably not the proper word choice to instill fear into the hearts of men. They tore off anyway, probably more scared than me. Though i will point out that, since i was in bed, all i had on was an undershirt and since my contacts were out, my glasses (archetypically non-threatening). Granted, naked fat guy in an undershirt can be pretty scary given the proper circumstances, but i sure didn't fell that way.
Anyway, i got my fore-mentioned rope and a pair of pants, grabbed the first mildly defensive object (being a relatively light-weight dowel used as a clothes hanger in my closet) and went to check on my car. The kids were long gone and clearly didn't know what the fuck they were doing, because (i swear to god) the only disturbed thing about my car was the owner's manual in the front seat. What were they doing? trying to look up how to steal the stereo? Flipping through the index for "hot wiring"?
still, every little squeak i hear is making me paranoid. I went and got my souviner baseball bat (which is about as good as it get's for on hand weapons - it's actually more dense than the dowel) and a cheap ass but still stab able knife. I double checked all the locks like twice - the front door is impenetrable (i can't even open it with a key cause the lock sticks) but the back is all glass.
There's no good reason to be frightened. Like i said, it's a nice neighborhood, there is no serious crime of any kind. Logically i know they were just some kids being useless bitches, but still.
I've never wanted to own a handgun before now.
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