Dear whoever broke into my car,
Congratulations on your new possessions. I hope that my purse with nothing in it and my $3.00 sunglasses make you the happiest person in the world. After figuring out what was missing from my car, I would like to talk to you about what you stole.
First thing's first, that was my favorite bag. No, I'm not kidding, I loved that bag with all of my being. It was a great statement piece and I hope, wherever you are, that you're not trying to match it with your shoes because that is so 2003. Honestly, though, why was my bag worth breaking my window and risking my alarm going off? Was it worth having the police checking pawn shops in case you tried to get rid of it? It probably wasn't. It is an incredibly cute bag, but it's not worth going to jail over.
Secondly, why did you steal my sunglasses? They were from Forever 21 and worth less than $5. I would have bought you a pair if you just asked. Sure, they were cute and the only aviators that fit my face, but who really cares? I do. Congratulations, they were broken. I hope you have a great time scratching your face. It serves you right.
Finally, my emergency dollar. That was the dollar that I was going to use if I ever was stuck in the middle of nowhere with only a payphone near me. That dollar could have saved my life. How dare you. Do you care about no one but yourself? Clearly you do not.
You may have broken my window and taken a few of my things, but at least I wasn't hurt. I am impressed that you threw my napkins everywhere in my car and even made it into the trunk. The trunk is where I put all of my trash and it's not pretty back there. Congratulations on putting all that you had into finding that dollar bill and all of my pennies. If that dollar was really worth the hassle of breaking my window and getting glass everywhere (and I mean everywhere), then more power to you. Be aware that this experience has taught me never to trust my surroundings. I have been parking in that lot for months now and I have never felt unsafe until now. I will no longer be leaving anything even remotely important in my car ever again.
Next time you decide to break into someone's car, how about you leave the trash alone? I know that I'm a very messy person, but when you threw all of the wrappers and receipts every which way it made me really reconsider the way that I'm living my life. Never again will I leave a full coca cola in the car, either. That was a low blow. Joke's on you, though. I found my car phone charger. Who's the real winner in this situation?
Think about your actions, thief.
Sincerely,
Erin Jackson
