Monday was suppose to be a day of celebration: My youngest was graduating from his cooperative playschool in Chapel Hill and then after that I was going to take the boys to go see Kung Fu Panda.
But that didn't happen.
What did happen was that our car was stolen.
From a church parking lot.
Outside the school.
With my wallet inside.
I could go on right now and list the litany of bullshit I have had to endure since the moment I realized my car was no longer parked in the shade under an oak tree, but instead I'll just let you wrap your head around it as you think about the contents of your own wallets or purses...
Today is Wednesday and the cops haven't found our car yet and - quite honestly - I don't expect them to find it.
[UPDATE: As I pulled into my driveway with my truck after returning from the DMV with a new DL, smoke started billowing from the hood. Today I'm out $700 in repairs. I just spent $600 to get the other car up to inspection last month before it got jacked]
6 comments:
Hell of a week! Hope they catch the bastards & your car's still in one piece.
Wow. Phenomenal suckage, indeed. Hang in there...
Greg,
I just know this year will be a great chapter in that book!
Well that sucks. I leave my wallet in the car a lot too...I never thought about the car getting stolen.
Happy ending? Probably not, but still hoping . . .
That is insane! Sorry to hear it.
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