I went out to my car this morning. Once again, it had snowed so I had to dust it off. I noticed there were finger marks on the driver's side window in the snow. When I went to unlock the door, it wasn't locked! I must have forgotten to lock it the night before. I opened the door and immediately I saw that someone had been inside my car in the night. The glove box was hanging open and the compartment between the seats was popped open. I don't ever leave anything valuable in my car so nothing was taken or even broken. The front seat was pushed back and reclined slightly. I honestly think some homeless person got in there to sleep last night. Still, it was unnerving and made me feel a bit violated to think someone just went into my car and looked through it. Creepy feeling...
I was grateful nothing was broken and the car was fine but it started my day off on a really strange note. I've had a few other experiences in my life that have left me with that "creepy feeling". Once my car was vandalized which totally sucked. And another time, when I lived in Chicago, someone grabbed my arm and tried to pull me inside a doorway in broad daylight. I'm sure my screams and "cherce" language which drew an enormous amount of attention from my fellow pedestrians scared the asshat to no end. I don't put up with those things lightly.
It's always a shock when someone crosses that line and enters into our comfort zone which shakes up our safe little world, if only for a moment. I don't fault someone who may have been out in last night snow seeking shelter and whatever warmth my little Dodge Neon could afford them. If I were them I probably would have done the same thing. Yet, I do resent the idea that my personal belongings and space were invaded without my consent. It just makes me feel uneasy. As if my secure world is not as secure as I would like to believe.
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