I drive a Jeep. A white 94 Jeep Cherokee. It got stolen last year, but recovered because the idiots who stole it stole it with a flat tire. Obviously they didn’t get far.
My sister asked me to dog sit for a few days. I love these dogs so it’s no problem. Drove over here thursday. Went out to my Jeep this morning.
It wasn’t there.
This time there is no flat tire. These are fucking NEW TIRES I BOUGHT LAST WEEK.
“NO, APD I DON’T HAVE THE GODDAMN VIN # BECAUSE THE TITLE IS IN MY DESK DRAWER IN MY APARTMENT AND I’M NOT THERE!”
Try the insurance company (though I only have freakin’ liability). They might know the VIN… It’s Saturday…They’re closed.
Maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t stolen. Maybe it was towed for some unfathonable reason. But…
“FUCK YOU, TOWING COMPANY. I DOUBT YOU HAVE IT, BUT COULD YOU AT LEAST TELL ME IF YOU TOWED A JEEP FROM THIS LOCATION LAST NIGHT. NO, I DON’T HAVE THE VIN! IT’S A YES OR NO QUESTION: DID YOU TOW A WHITE JEEP LAST NIGHT!”
I have spent three hours on the phone with all the “let me transfer you” bullshit. I have called nine different numbers and gotten not a single answer from any of these bastards. And I was POLITE! I give up for now. I’ll get to my apartment sometime this evening, find the goddamn more precious than gold VIN number and file the report then. All I can do now is sit back and pour myself a drink from my sister’s scotch.
I don’t think she’ll mind, considering.
It’s a bit early for drinking, but this ain’t your average day.
Auburn/Alabama is on at 3:30. I can watch that.
I’m still pissed off. I don’t think I’m going to see my Jeep again this time. But at least I don’t feel like destroying any part of this nice new drywall. I do love the dogs. I do love this house, and I have to relax, because it’s not like I’m going anywhere anytime soon.