My Buggie and Me

My car, a yellow beetle, is so adorable. At first I hated it. Truthfully, I thought it was a wretched eyesore and couldn't bear to be seen in it. In my junior year of college, the first year that students can keep a car on campus, my parents "surprised" me by "giving" me the beetle. In reality, they bought out the lease and then told me that the monthly payments were $200. Great. But now, I've come to love the bug. I even had a new stereo system installed last year so that I could listen to my cds on the long drives to and from school without having to plug in an adaptor. The car has become my signature. Lots of people tell me that they can't picture me in another car, and I agree...it would be weird.

This morning, on my way to run some errands at the bank and the drug store, I found out that my car had been broken into. The morons who did this were obviously very unpracticed at breaking and entering because they didn't do any real damage. I walked out to the car and noticed that the drivers side door was ajar, so I looked inside and found utter chaos. The glove compartment had been opened up and rifled through, there were cd cases on the seats and papers were strewn all over the car. After a careful inspection, I noticed that they hadn't really taken anything of value. I didn't keep anything in the glove compartment except for a spare key (I know, that was stupid and I take responsibility) which they used to simply turn the car on and blast my stereo to its full potential. Notice: they did not TAKE the stereo they merely LISTENED to it. Retards.

All in all, the damage done was: one cd case (filled with burned cds) and 97 cents from the cupholder. The culprits were most likely rebellious little high school boys from the school across the street. I've hated them for as long as we have lived in this house...and that hatred continues to grow. The reason I'm pissed at them today, however, is not for their insolence and snotty teenage behavior but rather, their lack of appreciation for a good car. The LEAST they could have done was attempt to take the car! I would have felt better about the whole ordeal if they had taken the car for a joyride around town and THEN stolen the 97 cents.