There were some teenagers skateboarding nearby at about the time of the theft, but when I asked them later, they claimed they hadn't seen anything. I had seen two of them walking down the road as I got back inside the car to pull it around back.
It wasn't until after I'd taken my shower and put my dinner in the microwave that I realized the DVD was nowhere to be found. After about 20 minutes of searching, I finally called the police station, who sent a very young officer (probably right out of the academy) to take my report. He stood outside on the sidewalk until I invited him in, which is what they're supposed to do. They're sort of like vampires: can't enter until invited. I wouldn't have bothered with the report, except that it's the only way Blockbuster will believe me about the DVD being stolen.
Una was freaking out, alternating between barking and trying to give him a toy. She doesn't often see men in uniform.
Ah, well. I guess it was a crime of opportunity. At least they didn't steal all my CDs, which are worth far more. Now, I'm going to try to get back to writing a poem about oranges.