That dark gaping hole used to contain my $150 car stereo.  I approached my car one morning to find both front doors unlocked, and my Alpine CD player efficiently removed from the dashboard.  The thieves stole nothing else except for the Prince CD that was still inside the stereo. 

I wondered why they didn't just take the whole car.  I wondered why they'd bother to steal a fairly boring stereo but not take the extra few minutes to swipe my "Steely Dan's Greatest Hits" CD. 

Considering I lived in Lawrence, Ma (the auto-theft capital of America, for a while), I have been pretty lucky thus far because this is the first time I've been robbed.  (Well, there was that one time when I locked my bike to a fence at the Commuter Rail station in Lawrence, only to find its tires slashed and its tool-bag stolen when I got home)

It's not that I'm very upset about losing a stereo (or having my bike's tires ruined) – I'm sad that some possibly-otherwise-normal individuals don't feel remorse about stealing or damaging other people's stuff.

What's the point?