Last night the stereo and toolbox in my car decided they
didn’t like it there, and broke out the driver side window and took off. Well… I kept the toolbox in the trunk so the stereo must have helped it escape…
I felt pretty bad at missing these soulless objects at first, until I
went back inside and read a letter from someone, felt a lot better, and
made me realise of what treasures I do have.
I always thought it folly to lock my doors.
Eh. Even if your doors had been unlocked, they would have broken the window anyway.
I used to have two mopeds for getting around. Someone would usually steal one about once every 6 months. I’d pull the other one out of storage and ride it around. Inevitably the police would find my joy-rode motor scooter is a ditch a few weeks later, and I would let it sit another month until I could afford to repair it. Then it would go into storage until another theft forced me to bring it out again.
I left my door unlocked and had stuff stolen without the broken window before : /
But if they stole my car I bet the same thing would happen… probably the CV joints would give out on them and the wheels would fly off.
Andrew: Don’t take this as schadenfreude, but that’s pretty funny 
The cycle of mopeds.
I’ve never had very good luck locking my doors. Once I had a bookbag that must have looked pretty tasty, and the back window was smashed. Whomever took it must have been disappointed at its contents of a couple of D&D books, dice and mechanical pencil. I assume it ended up in the river over which my car was parked.
Another time, I was kinda asking for it. I had some nice back-ledge kicker speakers that came with a previous car, and someone broke the front passenger window for them. Front Passenger Window. How rude. At least go for the little back mini-window. I suspect foul play. 
My niece was 7 at the time, and heard the window smash in the night. She somehow blames herself for it by way of inaction, despite my repeatedly reassuring her that I really didn’t care about the speakers and nothing could be done. Needless to say, I didn’t run out and buy a replacement pair of “Steal Me” brand speakers.
I think I’ve had my windows broken 4 times during my city-dwelling days. Nowadays I rarely lock the doors of my busted jalopy.