Or more appropriately, "The Mixed Bag Of It That I Get".
I say mixed bag because, when it comes to car, I seem to have really shit luck, followed by "Okay, here, it's not so bad"-luck.
Night before last, my truck got broken into. My dash board got yanked out because the genius tweakers started to tear it apart before realizing "Oh hey, the stereo isn't bolted in, it just slides right out!"
I'm a little pissed.
The good side of the story is that they caught the assholes that did it within four hours of me filing a police report. Which really surprised the hell out of me, considering I am still yet to come face-to-face with a badge. I filed a police report over the phone (Fuck you and your lazy cops, Springfield PD!).
The part I'm starting to get irritated about, though, is the fact that I was told I could pick up my belongings from the property room the next day (today). Property room tells me they need verification from the officer in charge of the case before they can release it.
Guess who's not in the office today.
I want my god damned stereo back!