My wallet, in my jeans pocket, in my backpack, in full view of an entire gym class in high school. You think someone would question someone walking in and taking 70 bucks out of a backpack.
I came back to my car after classes this past year, and some idiot was leaning into my car, poking around in the back seat looking for stuff. I guess he figured out that the radio is worthless, it was untocuched. I gave him a nice whack in the side of the knee with the heavy half of my pol cue, and he hobbled away. By the way, this happened in a garage that houses a police station on the third floor, I was parked on the second. I haven't forgotten to lock my doors since then.
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