OK, my turn at this.
A couple weeks ago, wee hours of the morning on a Saturday night, some assholes ripped the grill of the front of my car, and stole it. Now I normally kept my car in my one-car garage, but since we had gotten a new roommate shortly before the incident, I let him use the garage since he used his car more (and as a gesture of goodwill to a new friend). Well, this is how I'm repaid. Not three days have I been parking my car outside than some subhuman cuntbags vandalize my car.
I immediately put my car back in my garage, and now my new roommate parks it outside. He completely understands, and cares less about his car than I do. And I have no idea why, but if I'm being targeted, then it's best keep my car in a safe place from now on.
Had the police come take a look as soon as I found the grill missing. Had to file a report anyway in order for the insurance to pay for the repair. The cop said it was most likely an isolated incident. Some drunk hooligans and nothing more. This is Iowa City, after all. Big 10 school, Big 10 douchebags everywhere.
I was ready to put this all behind me and shrug it off, until today, when the cops called me and said they found my grill, on the ground just up the road. I had them drop it off at my apartment while I was still working on campus. Later in the day I went to the movies with a couple friends who drove me there, and then they drove me home afterward. I got out of the car in my apartment's driveway and remembered that my grill had gotten dropped off and said out loud "oh! The cops dropped off my grill!"
My friend who drove me looked puzzled and asked what I meant, and I explained to her "some half-bred scumbags ripped the grill off my car a couple weekends ago when my car was parked outside." Now those who know me know my voice is pretty loud, and the window of the apartment next to mine was open, but the blinds were closed. Immediately after I said that, I hear the blinds get whipped open, and I turn to see one of the people in the nextdoor apartment looking out the window. We make eye contact, and I walk inside and lock my doors.
Now this isn't conclusive evidence, but the people in my apartment nextdoor are stereotypical college hooligans. They party constantly, are loud and obnoxious, and when they're playing Call of Duty my whole apartment shakes like it's a bloody thunderstorm. The timing between my comment and the opening of the blinds suggests that it was a gut impulse to go to the window and see who was speaking. It was too quick to make an intelligent decision not to expose oneself like that. But again, not conclusive evidence so I'm pretty much powerless.
And another thing, which makes no difference objectively but would certainly complicate things if I had more conclusive evidence, is the fact that the person I made eye contact looked African American. The last thing I need is to have the race card pulled on me if I were to do any sort of investigating, asking questions or anything. It will be interpreted as profiling. So all I can do now is sit here and hope for the best. I locked eyes with that man, and if he had anything to do with it, I hope he puts it behind him too. Again, the damage is insured (and even if it wasn't, the repair wouldn't be much). But man, I like this apartment, and awkwardness/tension with the nextdoor neighbors does not make the most ideal environment.
Cliffs: I think a black guy might have vandalized my car, but don't have enough evidence to do anything about it.
