Discerning thieves

So our car is back! The San Bruno police found it parked in a residential neighborhood. The good news is that the engine and body are totally fine. The bad news is that the thieves took our after-market stereo/CD changer. In the grand scheme of things, we came out on top. Still, it feels weird to sit in the car, like it's been...violated. I know, dramatic, huh? But it feels dirty. And with good reason: it is. The thief smoked in our car, so it smells slightly of stale smoke (Marlboro Reds) and the footwell is littered with tobacco and cigarette ash. And we know the thief has a penchant for Hostess Cupcakes, as s/he left a crumpled empty package in the back seat. The worst, though, was finding an unused (we assume) needle in the glove compartment and an empty needle package in the back. So we're going with the theory that the thief traded our stereo for some smack. Is that too judgmental? I mean, it's possible that he's a diabetic who was short on cash and traded the stereo for some black market insulin. It's possible.

The really insulting part, though, is that our dear thief is a judgmental fuck. He actually went through the CDs in our CD changer, picked out the ones he wanted, and left the rest in the tape compartment between the seats. Green Day, U2, and Fur Squirrels? Why yes, please! L.A. Riots or Sunny Day Real Estate? No thanks. Like, dude, you're stealing our stereo. If I were stealing a stereo, I'm guessing I'd just grab the unit and make a run for it. Sort the details out later. But our discerning klepto actually sat there in the car, decided against three particular CDs, and neatly put them back in the car. Is he incredibly polite? Or is he just judging us and making sure we know just what he thinks of our musical tastes?