or "Night of Broken Glass" November 9, 1938.
Also December 30th 2006. The night that someone broke my car window and stole my iPod.
All I could do was laugh really. I think I may have made it happen. I have a cradle on my dashboard for my 3rd generation iPod. My favorite generation iPod that was on its 4th replacement from when I bought it in 2003. I am always paranoid about someone stealing it so I take it with me wherever I go or put it in my glovebox. I do this even in my hometown of Northport in an upper middle class area of Long Island. But when I park in an area of Brooklyn that I know is not good, on a street that I know is notorious for broken windows and stolen items, I leave it in the cradle on the dashboard overnight.
I woke up the next day at my friends apartment and suddenly thought to myself , "Where is my iPod? I guess it must be in my car.", and thought nothing more about it. As soon as we walked out of her apartment I knew what happened. I could barely see my car and I knew. I said to Caitlin "My window is broken."
Indeed it was broken, he or she had smashed the drivers side window and taken the cradle, ipod and car charger. They tried to rip out the input converter but couldnt get it out so left the torn cables on my seat. Luckily they did not take the PS2 that was under the backseat, the CDs or the bags of clothes for the salvation army. Also, being the thoughtful souls that they are, they relocked my door for me.
The way I see is that my iPod was probably going to break very soon and I would have no choice but to buy a new one because my Apple care ran out on my last replacement. The thing was barely working and had no battery life as it was so I knew I was going to have to replace it very soon, I actually had been thinking about it constantly.
So someone has my nice old iPod and I bought a new 80gig and thats that. Good times.
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