Our Ottawa location was broken into last night around 4:30 in the morning. The glass in the front door was kicked in, the thief crawled through the resulting opening, disconnected our cash register drawer, and strolled out with it - I would hazard it took less than five minutes for the thief to complete the task. The alarm was triggered, but response time was, *ahem*, slow. 15 minutes lapsed between when the alarm was triggered and I was notified, we received a call at home at 4:40am, we were at the store by 4:45am (like Starsky & fucking Hutch, yo!). I had naively assumed an alarm system would deter criminals, however, I imagine that anyone in the habit of crash and dash knows that as far as priority goes, commercial break & enters are low on the totem pole of importance when it comes to determining police response. The alarm simply served as notification that there was a mess to clean up.
When we arrived at the store, I was struck at how tidy the burglary was. The items that were previously resting on top of the cash drawer were set aside on the counter, the cord was carefully unplugged, the cash drawer was simply gone; nothing else was disturbed.. Once the shock of the intrusion had subsided, I worried about more important things. Like my hair. I'm not a particularly vain person, but since cutting my hair short a few weeks ago, I have become increasingly aware of how hard short hair is to maintain. My previous hairstyle of, oh, 20 years required a whole 30 seconds to 'do'; short hair? Not so much. Just to whip it into a state of mediocrity requires time and product, neither of which were in abundance at 4:40 this morning.
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We filed a police report, not that it will accomplish much aside from providing a basis for an insurance claim. The glass in the front door was replaced (that was the bulk of the damage), our cash drawer needs to be replaced, and we are out about $300 cash. I also had our locks rekeyed on the off chance we had a spare key in the cash register.
After all was said and done, I couldn't help but wonder if I was somehow responsible for what happened this morning. We had a light over our porch that burnt out years ago (*years* ago!). I had always meant to replace it, but it was on my long list of things to get around to (a list that remains largely ignored, am I right, Melissa?). Ironically, I was out walking the dog in the neighbourhood the night before and I thought there was a chance our back window might have been accidentally left open. I debated whether it was a waste of my time to go to the store and check the window, asking myself "What are the odds anyone would ever break into our store?" I did stop by the store to check the window (it was closed), and I can't help but think that somehow putting that question out to the universe resulted in the answer I received within 36 hours. The last time I asked a question of that nature was when I loaned our van to a friend in need. As I made that offer, the thought "What are the odds she'll get into an accident?" briefly passed through my mind. Not even ten minutes after she took possession of the van, another driver backed into her when she was stopped at a red light. Kind of makes you wonder, huh?
On the bright side, once the police report was filed, I had time to kill while waiting for the door to get repaired, so I took care of paperwork I had been meaning to get to, and that burnt out light over our porch has also been fixed. We will no longer keep cash on the premises at night so that if we are broken into again, there is nothing to take (I can't imagine cloth diapers have high street value, although I'm a little shocked the thief didn't think to grab a pair of Padraig slippers for someone on his Christmas shopping list, I mean seriously, how inconsiderate?).
It's an unsettling feeling to know that there's not much besides a thin pane of glass from preventing this from ever happening again, but I would like to think we're at no more risk than we ever were. I have already stopped by the store twice tonight (!!!), and while I've briefly debated booby trapping the store à la Home Alone, or lying in wait in the store at night with shoe polish on my face and a golf club in hand (to what? Invite the intruder to play golf?), I am looking forward to a good night's sleep with no interruption. Hopefully this is the first and last we see of this type of activity, I'm not keen to repeat the experience.