When Tragedy Strikes

When tragedy (like the kind that comes in the form of having your passenger window smashed in and your purse stolen) strikes,

I just don't understand the door handle mutilation, not even on the same side as the smashed window

what do you do while you’re waiting for the police to show up so you can file a report?

sittin' on the truck of my vandalized car, waitin' for the po-po

You knit of course.  Or at least I do.