Wednesday, September 17, 2008

It's "learning and labor" not "learning and thievery"

We are taking a break from our usually scheduled non-stop-studying-of-the-mitochondria to bring you this newsflash:

On Saturday night, someone broke into our car. They didn't seem to have taken anything, just browsed through (and rejected) our CDs and tossed our stash of Dunkin' Donuts napkins and Splenda around the car. "Weird," I thought. "Must have just been some drunk moron."

So, fast forward to today, when the glass people are coming to replace the window (side note: how awesome is it that my insurance not only is covering this, but also that the service includes THEM coming to ME?). The window that they broke was the little "vent" window in the back, not the actual roll-down window, just the little triangle next to it. It happened to be the window where I had my Oberlin Alumni window cling. I hadn't cleaned up the glass yet (we thought an insurance adjuster was coming out to look at it) and I was looking forward to seeing if the cling was salvageable, or if it was too shardy for future use. So, imagine my surprise as I cleaned up the glass both IN and OUT of the car and found...

NO WINDOW CLING.

And before you ask: no, John has not removed anything from the car; it was punched inward, and virtually all the glass was inside the car, on the seat; and no, I am confident it did not blow away...there was a Dorito's bag lying next to the car on Sunday when we first found the damage and it is still there.

Now, I am confident there are many explanations for what happened, but there's really only two that seem likely:

a) Someone smashed my window so they could steal my window cling all because they love Oberlin with the fire of a thousand suns (and didn't get the memo about being a hippie pacifist); or,

b) Someone smashed my window so they could steal my window cling all because they were rejected from Oberlin and had to go to [insert-name-of-crappy-and-less-awesome-school-with-fewer-co-ops-and-no-tater-tots] and hate Obies with the fire of a thousand suns.

What do you think? Crime of passion, or hate crime?

Also: Sarah Palin is scary.