I live in Ontario, Canada and never locked my doors nor car(s)/vehicles until the late 80's. Heck, I always left my car keys in the car.
One particular Saturday, I went to town to stock up on some Lay's jalapeno chips (they don't make them anymore
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) to munch on for the upcoming NHL Stanley Cup Playoffs that evening. So, I arrived back to the lake and took my bags of chips into the house. I went back to the car for one last bag (the store clerk used to joke with me saying "we should see if we can get you a deal by the case".....as I bought up all they had on hand, not to eat all that evening, but for the remainder of the playoffs
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)
Anyhoo, I grabbed the last bag out of the car and was walking away, towards the house when something told me to take my car keys out of the car. I had never ever done so before. I listened to that little voice and grabbed the car keys.
That evening, I was down in the family room watching the game. I couldn't hear the helicopters flying overhead. Didn't know anything until the next day when I got a phone call from a friend that lived on the next lake past me. She wanted to know if everything was "ok". I had to question her about what was going on. She informed me that a convicted murderer had escaped from the Kingston Penitentiary.
I had a trailer stored for the winter behind my garage. That Sunday morning, I ventured out to take a look around. I had a Patagonia jacket I kept in the car and it was gone. My tube of blistex (was always right by the gear shift - 5 speed, was also gone). I walked around the property (a few acres) and noticed the door to the trailer was ajar. I opened the door to find a bunch of blankets all messed up on the bed and a saucer with cigarette butts and a bunch of empty beer bottles laying around. The garage had a fully stocked beer fridge.
I called my friend back and told her what I had found. She told me to contact the OPP.
Low and behold, that convicted murderer had spent the night in the trailer, drinking my booze, lol. I reported everything to the OPP and they came to my place and took finger prints etc.
Long story short, they eventually caught the guy and they recovered my jacket. I picked it up at the local police station but never wore it again.
Since then, I've kept everything locked the majority of the time. You never know what lurks around.