Went to the wrecker today to sign off on the vehicle so that my insurance adjuster could take care of it and tow it to the shop.
Steering column is absolutely destroyed, there's a huge impact paint scrape on the bumper, and the car was absolutely trashed. I don't think I've ever seen that much trash in a vehicle in my life. I can't even describe the smell without gagging. Peach cigarillos, marijuana, body odor, feet, and old fast food. Think the battery is dead as well. Was tough to see since I detailed that car two days before it was stolen.
All kinds of random stuff in the car that doesn't belong to me, everything in the car that was mine that was menial they made sure to break. The irony of all of this is that the one thing in the car of mine that was perfectly in tact was my eye glasses. And they were out of the case, on the floor.
They stole my garage door opener remote (I've already bought a new one and reprogrammed the system), my registration, and my work badge for some unknown reason. I also had a couple bucks in change in there as well that's gone. Must've really needed it.
I will say that when my wife and I got home from our trip yesterday, I checked the mail and found a manilla envelope from our bank. We are a paperless household so it's unusual for us to receive any communication of any kind from our bank. Enclosed was a check for $1000. We didn't know what it was for, but it comes back to a transaction that we disputed in 2020, and was something we both forgot about. I'm not a deeply religious man, but this was an illustration to me that good always prevails. That was truly a moving gesture the universe gave me in what was arguably the most difficult 8 days of my life.