This is Why We Can't Have Nice Things

So it just wasn’t my weekend.

Some (insert your choice of vularities here) vandalized my car on Saturday night. I left it parked on the street, and they broke off my passenger side mirror. There was also the mark of a footprint on my passenger side window, so it looks like the scumbag tried to kick in the window, too.

Because I was parked up against the curb (where a car couldn’t get to it), and the fact that there’s a large footprint on the window where I’d just washed it hours earlier, I know it was some punk walking by who did it – it wasn’t a sideswipe from a car.

Why would someone do that? There was nothing to gain by random acts of violence against my car. The Lovely Mrs. G. suspects it was probably some meth-head who was trying to break into cars. When he couldn’t get into mine (and saw the alarm light), he took out his frustrations on my mirror.

Swell. So now I’m looking at the cost of having to repair my car, plus the inconvenience of dealing with body shops and (possibly) insurance.

I called the cops, but the Boys in Blue of Sioux City apparently blew me off, because they never showed up at my house. Finally last night at about 11:15 a dispatcher called me. “We just had a shift change, and I don’t know why they haven’t been out to see you yet. Are you still up?” Well, no – I wasn’t. I’d already waited 5 ½ hours, and I was tired. So we’ll see if they come back today.

I’m mad as hell, but most of all I’m frustrated. We’ve dealt with a lot of petty crimes since we’ve lived in this town, and although I may be unfairly blaming Sioux City as a whole for the crimes against us, it’s still infuriating. When I add it all together, we’ve been stung by criminals a lot in this city – a whole lot more than I ever experienced when living the “bad part” of Seattle.

I’ll get past this, but it won’t be easy. I’m just tried of being the victim in other people’s evil ways.