The Second Rummage

It happened again last Wednesday night. I'd been to the supermarket and was unloading groceries over a few trips, talking to kids and forgot to lock my car.

Goddamit!!

I came out on Thursday morning to pack for Oaks Day (Day 3 of the Spring Racing Carnival) and some of the contents of my glove box were over the seat. They'd been back.

Another pair of cheap sunglasses, stolen, plus all my parking meter money, my first aid kit and my manuals and service book! WTF??

There is a brand of car that apparently once you have the service book, you can organise a replacement key. A quick call to the service centre and I discovered my car isn't one of those.

Fortuitously, I had actually read my car manual last summer but still very annoying. I rang the local police in case they thief realised the books were useless and dumped them somewhere.
If you'd like to make an official record, we'll need to send out the crime squad to take finger prints on your car, the sergeant informed me.
Bit late for that I'm afraid, I confessed. I've already touched everything and anyway, I'm off to the races.
If it's got your rego in them, we'll find you, she added helpfully.

If you see someone around town wearing a tortoise shell pair of these - but TopShop, not Mui Mui - good chance they're mine!!!

On Sunday, as I headed off to Avalon (charity for the homeless) I remembered I'd grabbed a client-branded backpack from the office to donate. Now where was that? Oh that's right - it was in the car...

It would most likely have gone to some poor homeless drug addict and now, I supposed, it was the property of some poor homeless drug addict - so I guess on this occasion, we'd just cut out the middle man!

The fruitless rummage.

A stranger had a dig through my car earlier in the week.

I can't call it a break-in as in truth, we may have inadvertently left the car open after unpacking from the long weekend. It's also parked on the street so I guess that combination was irresistible for someone.

Sass jumped in the next day and wondered why all the service books were scattered over the front seat. I noticed the contents of the console was over mine. It was very slim pickings.

The only things stolen were my out of date prescription glasses (the case was way cooler than the glasses) and my spare sunglasses.

I suspect my business partner.

She did once threaten to dissolve the business should I be so brazen as to wear said sunglasses to the Spring Carnival races with clients - just because they came out of a $10 show bag. I've actually found a picture of the exact one!

It was the last day of the show so they were flogging two bags for the $20. You got to choose one hat, one pair of glasses, one scarf and one carry bag... oh the pressure!!! I chose the heavier, matt rimmed glasses which were the ones that were nicked. (BTW, the black floppy hat was too tight so has recently been sent to charity and Sass claimed the grey scarf.)

You'd have wonder how trying to sell those for a spot of cash went. That would have been worth witnessing.

On the upside, the culprit left behind my umbrella, the first aid kit, a pile of 5c coins, mints, a mini perfume, my coffee card and heaps of other small essentials that they obviously deemed worthless but would have been annoying to have lost. They also left the drawer under the driver's seat open, which was a bonus because I never knew there was a drawer there!! If there was some treasure in it from the previous owner, I'll never know.