Something stupid happened today. I shouldn’t feel that unfortunate twinge of schadenfreude and “I told you so,” but the person it happened to is so often the person who so freely dispenses both. And, while it sucks for it to happen to anyone, this person in particular has recently done something rather underhanded to me, so perhaps it’s karma paying her a visit.

In the winter, we’re all guilty of starting our cars and letting them warm up unattended. I’ve done it at least half a dozen times this season alone once the temperatures dipped below freezing. And, as shady as my neighborhood is, none of the local hooligans are awake early enough to mess with it. I live at the end of a dead end street, so there’s no through traffic. Still, in the last year, someone did steal an entire wheel from my neighbor’s truck, rim and all. So, I guess I’m lucky. This person wasn’t.

She lives in one of the most dangerous cities, according to Parenting magazine. The article caused much offense to the two people I work with who live in the city. And, while my suburban town has its fair share of shady doings, it’s nothing compared to the amount of crime associated with city living. She started her car, letting it warm up unattended and when she came back, it was gone. Her son’s car had been broken into at least half a dozen times in the last few years, there’s clearly some car thievery going on in the area.

I feel for her though. The car isn’t yet paid for, and with her husband unemployed again, it’s not likely that they can afford a new one. I’m sure the insurance will likely cover it, but not without a huge increase in the rate. I would think that an insurance company would have to implement a “what are you, stupid?” rate for leaving it running in such a shady place.