When I trotted outside this morning to head to work, I thought it was kind of strange when I put my key in the lock and didn't feel the sort of resistance I'm used to when turning. Around then, I noticed that one of the little 'vent' windows had been smashed and used to open the doors. They took 7 CDs (if you're curious, and I know you're not -- Smeared and Pretty Together by Sloan, Gilded Stars and Zealous Hearts by Velocity Girl, Heads Are Gonna Roll by the Hippos, Lincoln by They Might Be Giants, and Return of the Rentals and 7 More Minutes by the Rentals), a booklet full of CD-Rs (99% from eMusic, and I have still have the majority of the original mp3s), and my stereo. I'm amazed they'd bother. My stereo is pretty cheap, and my car -- a '96 Kia Sephia -- doesn't strike me as a theft magnet. Hmm. My biggest fear was that in the process of taking out the stereo, the robber might've messed up some other wires or something. I'd hate to be driving around and somehow inadvertently spark an electrical fire. Other damage was minimal -- just that one vent window, and though the robber used a screwdriver to remove some of the screws on the faceplate covering the stereo, once it was loose, he just tore it off. As a result, some of the plastic where the screws would go have been stripped so heavily that it's not going to snap back on very easily...or at least, not with the same level of support it had before. (I'm doing a really bad job of explaining what I mean by 'faceplate', but I mean the big plastic thing that covers my AC controls, stereo, goes across part of my dash, etc. Not that that explanation was any better, but oh well.) So, I call up the local Kia dealership after the cops leave (no prints, not surprisingly) and ask if they could take a look at it just to make sure there aren't any extreme problems that could cause severe damage. They told me to call a collision repair shop. Puzzled, I stopped by the service center, thinking that perhaps I hadn't explained myself well on the phone. Again, I'm pointed to the collision center, despite expressly saying that I was concerned about electrical issues and that there wasn't any damage to the body of the car. But regardless, I head to the collision center. They tell me that I'm in the wrong place (no kidding). They also say that they can't do any of the necessary repairs themselves and that I should contact my insurance company. I was reluctant to contact Allstate before, knowing that I had a $250 deductible in case of theft/related and that repairs almost certainly wouldn't hit that number. Since my policy with Allstate is based in Charleston and I'm currently in Greenville, they were nice enough to help me out and give me the address of the local agent. Unfortunately (whoops!), they gave me the address to the corporate offices or whatever. They, obviously, would not be able to provide an estimate. I'm given a fourth address to go to. When I arrive at the offices of a local Allstate agent, the woman in the front bitches at me for not having an appointment. I wasn't told I needed an appointment. Of course, she gripes the entire time, and I still have no idea what the hell I'm doing. She says I have to file a claim, even though I'd prefer to find out if it would even be worthwhile to do so. I go through the process, and I'm given a claim number. I ask if I would hear back in time to get my window replaced today, and I'm told no. However, I have been instructed to "cover the window". Classy. I always wanted to be one of those awesome people with a plastic bag or whatever in the place of a window. I'd like to just stop at one of those glass places myself and have it done, but I wasted enough of my working day on this, and everyone keeps telling me I need to hear back from my insurance company before doing anything along those lines. Anyway, although I'm bothered by the theft, getting things straightened is so much of a hassle that, if the robber(s) had asked and I know what I know now, I would've been willing to just open my damn car door myself and let him take whatever he wanted. Thanks for letting me vent.