Someone broke into the Boyfriend’s car over the weekend. He had parked it in the North Beach neighborhood of San Francisco, as usual. Since none of the windows were broken and the doors lock automatically after a while, he figures he must have left the driver’s door open when he parked. Whoever broke in was not very needy—s/he took only the non-penny change, no CDs or engine parts, and didn’t even bother raiding the trunk, which contained books, gadgets, and almost a thousand dollars’ worth of dresses and corsets.
I suppose this is the best-case scenario for a car burglary.