Thieves

Sigh.

San Francisco is a great city. I really love it here. But like any large city (really, any city, I guess) we have our share of scum-sucking punks that think it's OK to take something that doesn't belong to them.

My car was street parked near the corner of Greenwich and Leavenworth-- a pretty nice area, actually. I ended up going to get it on a Sunday (rare) because we decided to combine a grocery trip with a gym trip. As I walked up to my car, I saw that my garage door opener (why I have one is a story for another day) was sitting on the roof of my car. Reaching my door, I could see that it was unlocked and the (remaining) contents of my glovebox were scattered on the floor. Great.

After a quick survey, I was really, really lucky. I've heard horror stories about car break-ins before so I keep my car pretty empty, and I definitly never have anything showing to tempt a thief. I ended up losing: two CD covers (but only one CD since the other was in the player), my cell phone headset, and my coffee shop frequent customer card (?). The thief must have been in a hurry because he didn't look in the hatchback where I had a set of golf clubs and 20ish CDs I had borrowed from a friend. And a bag of clothes I need to take to goodwill. Oh, the irony.