This morning I walked out to my car with the dogs as I decided I would take them up Emigration Canyon for a hike today rather than our usual trek to Memory Grove. As I was passing my car to load the dogs into the back of it, I noticed that there was a rock that is usually IN my car on the ground next to my car. I thought that was kind of odd but then immediately assumed that perhaps it had fallen out at some point over the past week or so and I had just not noticed.
I have a lot of rocks on my dashboard. I know this sounds odd. Or not. Buddha collects rocks. Stella collects balls. On my dashboard I have a rather substantial collection of Buddha's rocks. And some of Stella's balls. The baseballs, to be precise. Because they're leather, I keep them in the front part of the car so that she won't eat them. All her other balls are in the back rolling around with Buddha and Stella.
There are hundreds of balls. I'm not making that up. That part of Clyde that could find the one lost tennis ball in Antarctica? Stella inherited that part of Clyde. Yesterday, for example, she was so determined to find a ball, any ball, that she scrounged around in the bushes at East High School for what felt like FOREVER and then appeared all happy with herself and dropped, no joke, a microscopic piece of super ball onto my foot. I had to examine it just to ascertain exactly what it was! But she was determined to have me throw it for her so she could fetch it.
Silly dog.
So there was the rock that is usually in my car on the ground next to my car and after I put the dogs into the back of the car I walked around and got in. And then I noticed that my glove compartment was opened. And all of its contents were strewn about the floor. And most of Buddha's rocks were missing. Also missing was my satellite radio receiver and my iPod and the stuff used to connect it to my stereo system plus about $40 in cash.
I suppose whomever took this stuff decided I have absolutely ATROCIOUS taste in music because they deigned to leave behind my entire collection of CD's that was also in the car.
I know this kind of thing happens every single day. I know these are desperate times and folks are taking to desperate measures to make ends meet. And it isn't even about the stuff. Because stuff can be replaced. Easily. It's just stuff.
It just bothers me that this kind of thing happens at all. That we are a society where we feel so desperate that we'll break into a locked car and steal an iPod and a radio to make some quick cash for a quick fix.
I know this problem is happening everywhere. Not just here. But it makes me feel like Salt Lake isn't quite as friendly as I thought.
