Reason to feel smug

So recently, our car was stolen. Right from our apartment parking lot. We came outside to find a smashed window on the ground and that was all. The next day it was found in an impound lot, 20 blocks away. Other than messing up the steering column with the way they hot-wired it, and taking John's sunglasses, the thief left everything else alone; because, lets face it, who else wants a package of fruit snacks, some diapers, board books and two car seats?

The funny thing was, whoever took the car changed the preset radio stations. Not all of them, just two. John and I have very eclectic taste in music, so scrolling through our presets you will hear: classical, oldies, country, alternative, classic rock, news, pop and even a Spanish station with bad reception in some parts of the valley. So what kind of radio station can a car thief not stand to listen to, even for three miles? NPR and classical music. Was it so horrible to listen to that he (or she) not only had to change the station, but also change the presets? Heaven forbid that you accidentally get a little culture while joy-riding in a stolen car.