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The other day, paramour's car was broken into. Although that's probably the wrong term to use, we didn't realise anything had happened before he tried to turn on the ignition and found it was missing. We still have no idea how that happened. No windows broken, both doors locked and most bizarrely, nothing appeared to have been stolen. There was a radio in the front and an MP3 player in the glovebox, both still there. It was only later that I realised they had probably stolen the three-quarters empty bottle of cough syrup, but that just makes it even weirder. Particularly when you realise the would-be joyriders locked the doors after getting in.
Seriously, what the shit?
Seriously, what the shit?