The apartment manager just called me. My backpack, including the garage clicker and my insurance and registration, was found in some girl's car a few days ago. The reason they didn't contact me is all of my stuff has my P.O. box on it. So the thief broke into my car, took a bunch of shit out, then broke into another car, and put my shit in there.
I'm assuming they got interrupted.
I am pretty fucking happy right now. I was about to go into the DMV and try to convince them to give me a new license plate, new tabs, new driver's license...the works. I'd even ask for a new VIN if that was possible. I actually had an enormous list of things to do, including building an enormous lego building in my apartment and hiding my safe inside...that one I might still do. However, now it looks like the thief doesn't even have all that.
Also, for the record, my apartment manager seems competent. He told me some of the steps he's been taking to reduce theft, so even though I live in a shitty apartment, the manager currently cares, and that is pretty helpful.
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