So I’m at Fox today. I tandem park my car, and give the keys to the attendant. Six hours later, I leave to drive to Burbank. Halfway there, I open up the glove compartment to get my iPod out to listen to music, and discover that it’s not there. After tearing the car apart, as well as my bag, and a few phonecalls to the scoring stage at Fox, I’m forced to conclude that most likely the attendant who moved my car sometime during the day might have taken my iPod. This sucks, bigtime.