Really? There was something about a 2002 VW Golf that screamed, "Take the parking change! Mebee there's gold in that thar glove compartment!"
While I appreciate you didn't break in (I guess I left it unlocked), and that you didn't take the decrepit Nintendo DS or my "You say tomato, I say fuck you" car freshener, I find it rather unnerving that my car isn't safe parked in my back laneway. And that now I have no parking change.
But you didn't take my CDs. What's wrong with my music? You don't like my music? WTF is wrong with you???