Friday, May 2, 2014


I stopped in at the store on the way home last night.  I was in for about ten minutes and when I came out, someone had knocked off the passenger-side rearview mirror on the Mustang.  The whole thing.  It was dangling by the cord that runs the adjustment motor.

I was parked well within the lines and when I went into the store, there were no cars on either side of me.

Of course no one saw a thing.

6 barks and woofs on “Vandalism

    • There was nobody within four spaces of me. My theory is that someone pulled into the space next to me with a big-ass SUV, miscalculated their docking procedures, hit the mirror, then bugged out and parked somewhere else. This was in a part of town where those craft are everywhere.

      Or somebody passing by with a baseball bat tried to emulate Miguel Cabrerra.

  1. I had just moved to VA when somebody ran a (big, heavy) shopping cart into my driver’s door. Nobody saw anything there either. Now I have a big crease and $800 in bodywork.

    You have my sympathies.

  2. Small crimes abound, too. And among the “better class” of people. This morning I went to the store to buy a Times which they’d nicely saved for me. As I rounded the corner to the check-out I recognized the back of a woman I know well. She was sitting on her camp stool reading the out-of-town papers. The owner shrugged and said “every morning”. And the other day I was startled to see a mother with her young son pawing over the produce in the natural food section holding a couple of clear plastic bags she’d grabbed in the mega-farm section. She put her artichokes in one rather than the special green ones that help the checkers punch in the proper up-charge. I mentioned it soto voce to a clerk working nearby and he said “every day”.

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