Someone broke into my car once and just moved everything from the trunk into the driver’s seat for some reason. They didn’t even steal any of my tools, which was honestly a little insulting.
A hate crime
Submitted 1 year ago by ickplant@lemmy.world to [deleted]
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hrimfaxi_work@midwest.social 1 year ago
DoucheBagMcSwag@lemmy.dbzer0.com 1 year ago
are we really posting “ThatHappened” material now?
ickplant@lemmy.world 1 year ago
Anything can happen if you shitpost hard enough.
Sir_Premiumhengst@lemmy.world 1 year ago
Literally against the Geneva convention
Decoy321@lemmy.world 1 year ago
This amuses me on multiple levels.
For one, it just looks like the temperature got high and the gum melted.
Second, I’ve seen enough dumb shit happen in real life that this could legitimately have happened.
Hubi@feddit.de 1 year ago
I can believe it. Kinda reminds me of the time someone broke into my buddy’s VW Golf by actually picking the lock on the trunk, climbing over (and breaking) the rear shelf and stealing some (but not all) chocolate candies he had in his center console. He even ate the candies in the car, there were wrappers all over the place.
Still baffles me to this day.
lemmylommy@lemmy.world 1 year ago
In the distance I saw a police car approaching. Quickly I slipped into the driver’s seat of the VW Golf, shattered rear shelf remnants poking at my back. Heart pounding, I grabbed a handful of candies, hoping my impromptu candy feast would throw off suspicion. “Just a guy enjoying a snack,” I thought, praying the police wouldn’t dig deeper.
Rookie Officer Daniels and I rolled through the quiet streets, and his eyes widened at the sight of a small European car with a shattered rear shelf. “Should we check it out?” he asked nervously. Glancing at the driver indulging in candies, I chuckled, “Nah, just some late-night snackin’. Welcome to the quirks of the job, Daniels.” Oblivious to the potential connection to recent car burglaries, we continued our patrol.
Finally alone in the car, I eyed the wallet I had found in the glovebox with a mix of temptation and paranoia. “Easy money, or avoid the risk?” I muttered to myself. The dilemma weighed on me as I calculated the consequences. Taking it could mean a fatter wallet but also a certain police report. I hesitated, torn between greed and the fear of drawing unwanted attention to my nocturnal activities.
ObviouslyNotBanana@lemmy.world 1 year ago
I’m thinking it melted too