Police Report

This morning as Clayton was leaving for work, he opened the car door to find our glove box open with paper spread all over the passenger seat. He thought this kind of odd so he came back inside to see if I had been digging around in there for something. When I told him I had not, we realized that someone had broken into our car. It didn't look like forced entry, and I remember locking the door last night after getting home. Supposedly there's some glitch in our car model and occasionaly the driver's side door will unlock automatically. Something fautly with the wiring between the stereo and the locks. So, anyways, we went back out to see if anything was missing. Luckily we took all of our CD's out of our car about a month ago, so there were none in the car. Our title, registration, and insurance cards all seem to be there. From what we can tell, nothing is missing. They were probably looking for something worth a little more, but fortunately we're poor and have nothing of value, at least not in our car. We still have the cheap stereo the car came with, and is impossible to take out.

We decided that we should still report it, just in case there are similar break-ins in the area. Clayton thought it would be as simple as a phone call. He called them up and explained to them what had happened. The person on the other line asked if he would be willing to talk to an officer. Clayton figured they would just transfer him, but no...We had an officer come to our apartment. It was pretty exciting. We filed an offical report and everything. I doubt it would have been exciting if anything had been stolen, but luckily all we lost was a little bit of time to file a police report.