I can honestly say, unequivocally, that this is one of those times that I can truly say thank God it’s Friday!
We are down south at our house in Nokomis. We planned on getting here around 8 last night but that didn’t work out so well. We arrived just before 11PM last night and I am so tired today. Thankfully I had a rest day planned and I am not running this morning.
Yesterday afternoon MacGyver went to a jobsite that required a special and very expensive drill that he owns. He went to his truck to retrieve it but it wasn’t there. He came home around 4PM yesterday and was frantic because no matter where he looked, he couldn’t find it. I was positive it was somewhere in the hoard that normal people call the garage.
Convinced the drill wasn’t in our garage MacGyver called a few clients to see if maybe he left the drill on site but no one had seen it. He was convinced he’d been robbed either on the jobsite or in a parking lot somewhere.
I thought he should play back the security footage from our cameras thinking he’d see himself take it out of the truck and then know that it was somewhere in the unorganized garage but I couldn’t say that because he would insist it was stolen. So instead I said, ‘Why don’t you look through the video surveillance while I pack up the car and see if anyone stole it?”
He went for it. He thought that was a great idea.
After an hour or so MacGyver was complaining that it was hurting his eyes to keep staring at the video and asked me to take over so that he could pack a few things. I reluctantly agreed and sat there for about fifteen minutes watching bugs and tree limbs blowing and thinking this was probably one of my worst ideas ever and then he returned.
Just as I was about to get up…
that’s when I saw the hooded guy going through BOTH of our cars!
At 12:30AM Wednesday morning. Less than 20 feet from my open bedroom window. Where the dogs slept on the bed with us and never barked. Where I had just gone to bed a mere 20 minutes earlier that night.
And not only had he stolen from MacGyver’s truck but he also stole from mine. I didn’t even know that he had taken all of the cash and change out of my car. I hadn’t even had the chance to miss one of my favorite pairs of sunglasses. I didn’t even know what, if anything else, had been in my car…. So the police were called.
We could see everything, the lookout guy, the perpetrator, the theft, his face but none of that matters.
It doesn’t matter unless his fingerprints are on file. Or unless we see him again. CSI came out and dusted both cars. They also took MacGyver’s fingerprints, and mine, and our DNA, to rule us out and narrow down any foreign fingerprints or DNA.
We left the video for the police and the kid is staying at the house to keep an eye on everything for the next few days. MacGyver doesn’t want me to mention this to the parents, (so Philly and Lynne if you’re reading, mums the word.) I’m just pissed. Mainly because this asshole took his time. He spent over 15 slow minutes in our cars without a care in the world and all while we slept.
My hands are still stained blue from the fingerprint ink. A reminder that my peace of mind and my safety cannot be guaranteed.
Has anyone ever broken into your house or car?
What was the outcome?