Those Who Trespass Against Us

My car was rummaged through again last week. I'd like to tell you when it occurred, but since I rarely drive anymore, I just can't be sure. Do I lock my car? Yep. Did I leave my car unlocked? Possibly.

I'd like to say that I was horrified or violated... or affected somehow, but the truth is that after doing a quick mental inventory of the items in (or not in) my car, I cleaned up and shrugged it off.

It's amazing how eight years of living in Baltimore can change someone. Not that this is by any means a representation of how much I've changed, but it's telling. I don't really care anymore. When all was said an done, I tossed the papers back into my glove compartment, the chargers back into my center console, took note that I'm down about $1.50 in change, and moved on.

At least they left my collection of Bed, Bath and Beyond coupons...