Genius criminals of Wenatchee

So after living around Chicago and near the "bad part" of Bloomington, Jen and I moved to the small town of Wenatchee, where our car was broken into for the first time ever. And what did the genius who pulled off this dazzlingly brilliant heist take? An empty duffel bag; a pair of old boots; the board game "Free Parking;" a bag with athletic training supplies like Band-Aids, gauze, and tape; some underwear and tanktops that Jen had bought earlier that day; and a set of Frisbee golf discs. In fact, they didn't even notice the only real thing of value in the car, my Sirius radio, which sitting right next to the driver's seat. They also weren't smart enough, thankfully, to pop the trunk, which they easily could have done once they were inside the car. Really we're only upset about losing the ATC bag, which also contained contact information for Jen's volleyball team and her practice schedule and plans.

And of course, we're upset about the damage to the car. Thankfully, they didn't break the window to get in; but they did take a crow bar (or something) to the metal frame around the window. Fun times! Now we get to wait until next Wednesday for it to be seen by a claim's adjustor. We were also told that our car insurance doesn't cover the contents of the car, just the car itself. (I'm sorry, your policy doesn't cover "plant-related incidents"--except for the ficus.)

*sigh*

Maybe criminals are just smarter in Illinois, but why steal that stuff? It makes absolutely no sense to me. Of course, this is the place where the last gas station hold up was committed with a hunting rifle. Oh there are all sorts of Professor Moriartys living out here!