Dani

At the same time that I had just started grad school, I also started working at a new restaurant.

So the night that this started, I was leaving my shift at my restaurant.

It was like my third or fourth shift where I was able to take my tips home.

And they typically don't have an employee area in the back of the restaurant.

So there's nowhere for you to put your stuff.

So I left it all in my car.

You had the option of leaving it in the back office if you wanted to.

But this type of establishment...

I cannot confirm or deny that our assistant manager was selling drugs from the curbside pickup.

He's a hustler too, it sounds like.

I just left everything in my car.

My car was locked.

It was in the employee parking.

My plan for the night was to run by my bank, make one giant cash deposit of like my three or four days worth of tips, and then go home.

My first indication that something was wrong was when I got to the employee parking lot and the driver said door to my car was locked.

But of course, I immediately defaulted to self-blame and was like, God, Danny, you're so stupid.

I can't believe you left your door open.

I started walking to my car and I realized that it had been just ransacked.

It was trash.

There was stuff all over the place.