So I dash out of the house this morning, sweater and breakfast in hand, congratulating myself for being early, when it dawns on me that my car is no longer where I parked it last night.
I look around the apartment complex for a while, thinking maybe some kids rolled it somewhere as a joke. Nope, it’s gone. It wasn’t mistakenly towed, I didn’t forget where I parked. My car has been stolen. Here’s the kicker- I just paid it off last month.
I’m upset, but not devastated. It was an old car, and needed work, but still, it was mine. I guess it was an easy target, not having the fancy security systems of my neighbors’ Porsches and BMWs. My poor defenseless car, stolen in the dead of night, unable to wail and wake anyone up for help.
The thing that ticks me off the most is that it’s freshly paid off. I thought i’d gotten that financial burden off my back, and unless it’s found (yeah, right), I’m going to be looking at a whole new series of much higher car payments. GRRRR!
I know it’s not terrible in the grand scheme of things, but it’s pretty much ruined my day.