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My car was stolen.
Out of the parking lot of my own condo. Sometime between midnight and 9:00 on Wednesday morning.
So, yeah. I've been happier.
I called the police (I thought I'd mention that since everyone asks me that, when I tell them -- "Did you call the police?" Why, no! No, I never thought to! I just shrugged it off and went on with my day! Thanks for the vote of confidence in my mental acuity!), and the officer who came out and took my statement was pretty reassuring. He tells me that cars in cases like this are usually found abandoned in a couple of days, couple of weeks. So I'm holding out hope, here. My heart pounds whenever my phone rings.
I had a bunch of stuff in the back of the car -- nothing important, nothing crucial, just an accumulated pile of objects. I can't help but wonder if that didn't attract the thief. Trying to figure out if this is somehow my fault, I suppose.
Worst case scenario: if the car doesn't come back to me, I guess I get the truck fixed up after all. (I never did have it towed to a junk yard or anything.) That'll cost me, but it'll be cheaper than getting a new vehicle, I suppose. I didn't have the kind of insurance that would replace the car, so that's really my only option.
God knows I don't want to do without a vehicle. I didn't learn to drive until I was 30. I relied on buses and the kindness of friends all those years, and I hated it. Finally getting a car was like gaining a super-power. Suddenly, I had the ability to go anywhere!
Now, I feel crippled. This is an ongoing violation. I'm going to be one edgy bastard until this is resolved, one way or the other.
Think good thoughts for me.
Out of the parking lot of my own condo. Sometime between midnight and 9:00 on Wednesday morning.
So, yeah. I've been happier.
I called the police (I thought I'd mention that since everyone asks me that, when I tell them -- "Did you call the police?" Why, no! No, I never thought to! I just shrugged it off and went on with my day! Thanks for the vote of confidence in my mental acuity!), and the officer who came out and took my statement was pretty reassuring. He tells me that cars in cases like this are usually found abandoned in a couple of days, couple of weeks. So I'm holding out hope, here. My heart pounds whenever my phone rings.
I had a bunch of stuff in the back of the car -- nothing important, nothing crucial, just an accumulated pile of objects. I can't help but wonder if that didn't attract the thief. Trying to figure out if this is somehow my fault, I suppose.
Worst case scenario: if the car doesn't come back to me, I guess I get the truck fixed up after all. (I never did have it towed to a junk yard or anything.) That'll cost me, but it'll be cheaper than getting a new vehicle, I suppose. I didn't have the kind of insurance that would replace the car, so that's really my only option.
God knows I don't want to do without a vehicle. I didn't learn to drive until I was 30. I relied on buses and the kindness of friends all those years, and I hated it. Finally getting a car was like gaining a super-power. Suddenly, I had the ability to go anywhere!
Now, I feel crippled. This is an ongoing violation. I'm going to be one edgy bastard until this is resolved, one way or the other.
Think good thoughts for me.
