What are the odds?
When I parked my car (on the street) last night after work, my keys were in my workout bag. Rather than get them out to lock the car, I thought, “What are the odds that something will happen if I leave it unlocked one night?”
Pretty high, apparently. You wouldn’t think I’d be the guy who underestimates how shitty Chicago is.
When I got in the car this morning, it had been ransacked. Joke’s on them, I don’t have anything of value, and certainly not in my car. They just rifled through the console and glove box. They didn’t bother taking the napkins or Chick-fil-A sauce packets.
So this leaves me with two thoughts:
- It is the craziest of odds that the ONE night I leave my car unlocked is the ONE night someone is going down the block trying doors or;
- Someone comes down the block every night trying doors.
TBH, I actually think #2 is more likely in Chicago.
In two years, my wife and I can retire and move out of Illinois. It’s a dream. All three of my kids want to live here, so I’ll never be able to leave completely. If I had my druthers, I would leave and never return. Alas, I will be born and die here. Something about Thoreau and most men living lives of quiet desperation.