Nasty Surprise

When I went to my car this morning, I was greeted by a seat full of broken window glass. (It was quite pretty, actually, if you put aside the annoyance factor.) Some jerk had broken the passenger-side window and rifled through my glove box, hoping for something valuable to steal. But nothing was missing. Surprisingly, he (or she) wasn't interested in my dog-eared 2007 National Trust Handbook, and they left it behind.