Aww, crap.

This morning, I got in my car to go to work (my weekend work training my replacement at Delta Queen) and I thought, “How strange for my water bottle and strawberry popsicle wrapper to be on my seat.”

Then I noticed that the glove compartment was open. Also strange.

And my CD player faceplate was sorta askew.

And the passenger side door was unlocked.

Yeah, crap. My car was broken into last night. Really, it’s no big deal. They only took my new Morrissey CD (I must admit, I am a bit ticked off about that) and my CD player is broken, and we think they took George’s CD wallet (but it was all copies of CDs) so really it’s just the hassle. And it’s kind of upsetting to know that your neighborhood isn’t as safe as you like to pretend it is. Even though you really know it’s still up-and-coming and hasn’t quite made it there yet. Particularly the block you just bought a house on. Poo.

So now the ultimate dilemma. Do I make insurance claim? Or just suck it up and pay and not risk making my premiums higher? Hmmm.