Apparently my car was broken into last night, among about a dozen folks on my street and the surrounding area. Someone across the street from me lost a GPS system, and another neighbor thinks some cash was stolen.
This is a snapshot of what I saw, and as you can see my glove compartment was emptied. It's assumed they were looking for something valuable, whereas I only had oil change paperwork and extra napkins from Taco Bell. The Bibles in my trunk were likewise not taken.
Yes, I have Bibles in my trunk. But they aren't mine... I'm holding them for someone.
No really, I am.