So I got robbed last night. My car was broken into and my GPS navigator was stolen.

I was on a delivery. It was about 10:15-10:30pm. I was at 918 22nd St. E, which is basically a block east of Chicago and 22nd. There's an apartment building there; that was my destination. The guy made me come up to his apartment (usually people come down to the door), so I had to leave my car out of sight.

As I was waiting for the elevator, a man said to me, "You'd better go check on your car, there's a bunch of bad guys hanging around it." I thanked him and turned to go out and check on my car. Just then, my customer leaned out over his little hallway balcony rail and started hollering at me to come back and bring him his "goddamned pizza." I shouted that I had to check on my car and he threatened to call the store, so I balked and came up to his fourth floor apartment.

HE TOOK FOREVER TO SIGN THE SLIP. Finally, I run to the elevators and hit the button. 3 fucking minutes later and the elevator hasn't arrived. So I bolt for the stairs, race down to the first floor...and encounter a locked door. I run back up to 2 and hit the elevator button. After waiting another 2 full minutes, I contemplate jumping the 10 feet down into the lobby, but decide I can't because I'm carrying another delivery in my bag.

Finally the elevator comes, it slowly takes me down to the first floor, and I run like hell out to my car only to find my passenger side window GONE and my GPS gone, too.

The window was completely shattered. There were mountains of glass on the passenger seat, glass all over the driver seat (on top of which sat a 1 ft. diameter chunk of cement), glass on the floors and up by the windshield and in the back seat and on the back floor. My passenger side mirror is cracked and spiderwebbed, too.

They didn't take my iPod or my stereo; they must have expected me back at any minute. The guy who witnessed the whole thing said that these two black guys circled my car a few times, then started peering in the windows. He yelled at them to get the fuck away from my car, and they ran across the street. They came back and threw something at my car, at which point the guy yelled at them again and threatened to call the cops (why he didn't, I do not know, but whatever). The two guys ran across the street again, then came back AGAIN and threw something at my car, then reached inside through the window and took off.

After sobbing hysterically on the phone to Nick and then my boss, I called the cops and filed a report. I have the serial number of the GPS and I've reported it stolen with Garmin, the manufacturer, so if anyone tries to register it or get software downloaded for it, they will let me know. If someone's dumb enough to send it in to them for service, they keep it and return it to me. My insurance company tells me the window will cost around $185 to fix, so they won't pay for it because I have a $500 deductible. They do not cover the GPS system because it wasn't embedded in the car.

Oh, did I mention that the reason I was at that apartment (which is in our No-Go-After-10pm Zone) is because my coworker Dooley came back with the delivery after attempting it around 9:45, saying that he couldn't deliver it because he couldn't find the apartment building? And because he was supposed to be going home at 10, I decided to be nice and take the run for him? Oh, and it's important to note that he asked me to take the run, I didn't offer.

Why is it important? Because after I got robbed, Timbre and Chuck told me that Dooley said to them (while I was gone) that the real reason he didn't make the delivery was that he saw a gang of guys hanging out across the street and he didn't feel safe leaving his car.

Yeah. Fucking yeah.

So, instead, he asks me to take the delivery, knowing that that means I'm going in the No-Go Zone after 10 pm, knowing that there was a gang of guys hanging around and that it might not be safe, and knowing that I would have to go up into the apartment building (this guy's a regular, he always makes you come up). AND HE DIDN'T EVEN WARN ME.

I'm livid. I'm complaining to my manager about it, and I'm confronting him next time I see him. What a shitty, shitty thing to do to someone.

So that was my fantastic night last night.

Oh, and did I mention that I also hit a pillar in my parking garage on my way out to work? Dented my front bumper all to shit. Banner day. Banner fucking day.