Compromised said:
Some idiot thought that prying a car door might open it. After that failed, said idiot smashed the driver's side window and took my GPS. The idiot failed to realize that Garmin has a security lock feature and he will be unable to use the GPS.
The security camera's caught the idiot sneaking into the building and again entering the garage, but not actually doing the theft. The good folks at the local police division could not be bothered to come and look at the security tape.
And to further piss me off, insurance will not cover the GPS because it was not "permanently attached" to the vehicle.
I feel your pain.
When my car was broken into, here was the scenario at the cop shop.
I walk in to the cop shop at Annette and Mavity. There's no-one in there except me. There's about 4 or 5 cops in cop area and one 400 pound female civilian worker.
I'm waiting, I'm staring RIGHT at all of them. They ignore me. They're just milling around talking shit and doing nothing.
I'm waiting, I'm looking at them. I'm waiting. Finally the 400 pounder comes over, "Can I help you?"
"Yes, I'd like to report that my car was broken into and my laptop was stolen", I say.
"Take a seat, I'll have someone take your statement", says the 400 poounder.
Thing is, there were no seats. Just a marble ledge on top of a radiator, so I sit on that. The 400 pounder goes back to the group of cops who are doing NOTHING, other than talking cop politics. I'm sitting on this ledge, staring again, and again they ignore me. The 400 pounder hasn't said anything to any of them. (They are like 15 feet away on the other side of the counter.)
Finally, this cop asks me if I need help...
No, I just thought I'd come over here and sit on top of a radiator for 30 minutes for fun.
So I give him the sad story. I ask him if he wants to look at the car. No he says. He takes the info as far as the serial numbers go and that's it.
Later that day, I'm on Craigslist and see my exact computer for sale. I email the guy trying to get a photo of the docking port so as to be able to see the serial number but the guy refuses. But I google his email and he's got shit for sale all over town, mainly in Korean newspapers.
So I phone the cops. Blah blah blah craigslist I say.
"What's craig'slist?" asks the cop
(Are you for real I'm thinking) So I tell him, plus the fact that buddy is hocking shit all over town cheap.
You'd think they'd be interested, but I can practically hear the guy yawning on the other end of the phone.
I ask him for his email address so I can send him the link and he tells me that he doesn't have email.
WTF kind of cop doesn't have email?
So, it becomes very clear very quickly that the cops don't fucking car one iota about you, your stuff getting stolen or guy obviously dealing in stolen stuff.
sigh
