Oh, snap

We're so not happy.

So we left work tonight, well, yesterday at this point (look at us all awake and blogging at 1:30 *a.m.*). We left work and, well, SURPRISE!

We got to our car and put our bag in the backseat on the driver's side. We saw shards of glass. We were confused. Then we looked in the front seats.

Glass. Everywhere.

Then we looked on the passenger's side seat.

Look! A rock!

And more glass.

So we walked around to the door and realized some poor soul ducking aunt licking aunt rag piece of shiv* took a cinder block, smashed our passenger side window and took our iPod with 4,141 songs of musical goodness.

Bastard.

So we walked back into work, thought the security guard might actually bat an eye, move or help in someway. "You have to call the local police," he said, not moving, not helping and barely blinking an eye.

So back out to the garage we went. The police dispatcher took our information and promised someone probably wouldn't be able to make it out to file a police report. We decided to clean up (something about going to a viewing and not wanting to be late). Half-hour later, once the car was clean, um, yeah, po-po came-came.

"Why'd you touch everything?" he asked.

"Because your dispatcher said you probably weren't coming," we replied.

He suggested moving the car back into position, complete with putting the cinder block back on the seat. He suggested *recreating* a crime scene.

"So I can take pictures," he said.

"Can't you just do a report?" we asked.

I was on my freezing, merry way in 25 minutes.

We drove for the rest of the night in a windowless paid-off piece of shiv, and some ducking aunt rag aunt licking motherducker is listening to the Buffy soundtrack. Ducking awesome.

*Ever try texting cuss words?