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Grrrr.... truck radio stolen
Upon leaving work today I arrived at my truck to find the driver's side door unlocked (which is not how I ever leave it) and the radio missing. There's a tear in the plastic dash cover due to the punk forcefully pulling it out to access the radio. He also opted to cut the audio input cable from my satellite receiver rather than simply pull out the connectors. At least that's a cheap fix.
The security guard informed me that there's a school for "delinquent youth" in a building adjacent to our property and the police officer that filed the report told me that another vehicle had been broken into earlier today at the hospital lot just west of there.
So I'm pissed. But at least he didn't break the window or steal the entire truck or shit in the passenger seat. Fortunately for me, I had my satellite radio receiver with me in my office. Unfortunately for him, that base unit wasn't all that spectacular to begin with.
I can't find anyplace where I've written down the serial number of the radio, but I have no expectations of it resurfacing ever again. Is there really a market for stolen radios these days?
Brad
A Møøse once bit my sister ... No realli! She was Karving her initials on the møøse with the sharpened end of an interspace tøøthbrush given her by Svenge - her brother-in-law - an Oslo dentist and star of many Norwegian møvies: "The Høt Hands of an Oslo Dentist", "Fillings of Passion", "The Huge Mølars of Horst Nordfink".
We apologise for the fault in the signature. Those responsible have been sacked.
Mynd you, møøse bites Kan be pretty nasti...
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