Dear person who broke into my car,

I am writing this letter to ask WHY? Why did you break into my car last night? Why did you take my stereo? Why did you get into my glove box and throw everything out in a mess? Why did you then proceed to get into my trunk and take the tool kit, gas can, and half a bottle of motor oil. And why oh why did you take my Mormon Tabernacle Choir CD? Honestly, can you feel good about that? That's really sad for you.

It's also sad for me that I get to drive around with an ugly hole in my car where the stereo used to be. It's sad that now when my roommate asks, "Can I borrow your screw driver?" I will have to say, "No, someone stole it!" It's sad that I was going to try to sell my car next week, but now no one will want to buy it since there is no stereo. It's sad that I live in a world where I can't trust anyone.

But I also want to thank you. Thank you for not taking the Rascal Flatts CD that Carie gave to me. Thank you for not breaking any windows. Thank you for letting me have a bad morning so I could get a sympathy donut from Heather at work...it was cream filled and delicious. Thank you for giving me gift ideas so when my mom asks, "What do you want for Christmas?" I can actually have an answer and say, "A tool kit."

Overall, I am very disappointed in you. I can get over this, and I hope that someday you will too...and preferably give my stuff back.

Sincerely,

Shannon