Yeah, that’s okay, really. I only used that car to go to work, to take my son back and forth to day care, to attend my obstetrician appointments and go to the grocery store, to visit the pharmacy or the mall or my kid sister’s ballgames. I didn’t really need to have a vehicle to help me go about the day-to-day activities that make me a productive member of my community. There’s truthfully no logical reason why a seven months pregnant single mother with a full-time job and a toddler needs a car. It was downright superfluous when all is said and done. I mean, I certainly didn’t need it more than three little hoodrats with nothing better to do on a Monday night than steal cars and drive them through people’s yards. Hell, you did me a favor really. Think of how much I’ll be saving on fuel! Not to mention insurance! Wow, you guys sure are helpful.
And that $150 carseat that was in the back? Ach, don’t worry about it. We were bored with the color scheme on it anyway and just looking for a reason to go shopping for a new one–preferably in a kicky shade of purple or green this time. And my son’s hat—the cutest hat that ever was, that was commented on by complete strangers at least twice a day? Well, to be honest we didn’t really want it. I didn’t spend two days straight cutting up the fabric and sewing it together myself or anything. And I’m sure it looks perfectly darling perched on your sloping forehead, slightly above your blankly staring eyes. I mean, imagine how cool your friends will think you are when you tell them about how you stole it from a two year old! Dude! You’re so in. Girls really cream themselves over guys like that.
I’m not even going to mention the jeans I had in the trunk (that I’ve had for five years and fit me just so) or the shoes beneath the passenger seat (which were one of the few pairs that still fit my rapidly swelling preggo feet) or the stack of bills just waiting to be dropped off into a mail slot. I mean—it’s all just meaningless stuff, right? Nothing even close to as important as the opportunity for you fine young men to get a little enjoyment in your lives. I know how boring it must be for those such as yourselves on a weeknight when you’ve already exhausted your options of jacking off while peeping on your ugly kid sister in the shower, huffing on that can of butane you found beneath the basement stairs, and discovering that the crop of pimples on your temple haven’t quite reached the perfect stage for popping yet. You had to do something, I completely understand. Don’t worry about us. It’s you that matters.
I truely hope you had fun boys. I’m so happy to have been able to be there for you in your time of need. I believe in karma, you know. Here’s hoping it believes in you.
belladonna, I’m really glad you are able to see things so positively, but I personally think those boys sound like jerks. It was wrong of them to steal your car.
Nope, no one’s been caught yet and the car is still MIA. The cops actually showed up at my house at 6am yesterday pounding on the door. There’d been a report of three white boys driving down residential streets, through yards, knocking over garbage cans and careening off of parked cars. One of the homeowners chased them long enough to get the license plate, so the cops showed up to see why I had lent my cars to joyriders. ::sigh::
I know I don’t live in the greatest neighborhood, but you still just don’t expect this kind of crap. And I only had liablity for insurance, so I’m completely hosed on the car. Even if it does eventually show up, they would have had to mangle the locks and strip the steering column to get it going. Not to mention the damage done by their bumper car driving methods. I really, really hope they catch them, but at this point it’s not looking good. The car’s probably already been torched or traded–but one can hope.
I just keep telling myself that out of all the reasons I could have had officers showing up at my door at the crack of dawn, this is one of the better ones. It still sucks though. And I miss my car, dammit! It was the first one I’d had in ages that ran reliably, looked half-way decent, and seemed to be holding up really well. I’m holding out no such hopes for the beater I’m going to have to settle for with my whopping $500 savings. :mad:
belladonna, on my browser all of your apostrophes appears as weird symbols such as the Euro currency and trademark symbols. I bet that is the referred to gibberish.
That sucks, belladonna. I hope you get a satisfactory resolution to this, hopefully one that involves slow castration of the offending parties.
My guess is that belladonna wrote this in a word processor, like Word, with smart quotes turned on. Quotes and apostrophes look great in the WP, but look like ass when copied to a text-only format.
DingDingDing—we have a winner! It looks fine to me, but I believe you, because that’s exactly what I did. Didn’t know it would make things all kerfloofly, my apologies to all those strained eyeballs out there.
[sub]so can I turn the “smart quotes” off?[/sub]
NurseCarmen–how long did it take for your sis’s car to show up? And did they ever nab that car-theiving baby bastard?
I think you should contact your bank. If these punks have your checking account number, it could cause problems for you.
When my hubby lived in Philadelphia, he had his car stolen by joyriders * twice in one month. * The first time, the car was recovered with minimal damage, (contents were stolen) but the second time, it was totalled. The joyriders had crashed into a house, narrowly missing an old lady in her bed. The car fell through the floor into the basement. (The poor old lady had no homeowner’s insurance, either.) The thieves got away before the cops could arrive.
It would probably do no good, but if they catch the guys you can sue them for damages.
Either that, or you can have them castrated. Deep-fry their testicles in a nice batter. Tie the new eunuchs down and make them sit there as you daintily eat their nads in front of them. Tou can taunt them while you’re doin it. “Hey, does this Tabasco® sting?”
Well, I got a call last night that they’d found it. They gave me 30 minutes to get there before they would have it towed, which would have necessitated much back and forth bullshit in order to retrieve it (not to mention the $88+ towing fee) so I bundled up the munchkin and my Dad came by and drove me over. It wasn’t far away, about three miles, and in surprisingly good shape. A couple of new dents and scratches, but all the panels were intact.
BUT–the little fuckers must’ve blown one of my tires, so they cored out my trunk lock and put on the donut! Then, apparently because it was simply too much trouble, they failed to put my full size rim or my jack back into the trunk. :mad: It gives me some comfort to know that the donut was flat too. HaHa!
Oh, yeah, and they stole my battery. For some reason–just shits and giggles probably–they also took the brand new box of laundry detergent that I’d left in the back seat, as well as my city map from the glove box.
::deep breaths::
So now I have to take time off work this morning and do a bunch of running around trying to find new wheels, get tires popped on, and call around to see about how much the locks and column are going to cost to get fixed. But at least I got it back–and miracle of miracles, the car seat was still in there. Lissa–that was one of the first calls I made. I’ve had my accounts fucked with before and good god, what a nightmare that was! Fortunately, there was a message on my machine yesterday when I got home from a woman who manages a housing project down the road. She found the whole stack, intact–so I just have to zip down there and pick it up. Bless her soul for calling me, I say. Otherwise I would’ve been a major worry wart about it.
Anywho–that’s the update. Anyone else want to do the “slightly-tempered-with-resentment-but-nonetheless-happy dance” with me?
Recovered! It’s wet and muddy from being tramped beneath neanderthal boots, but I’m confident that some soaking and scrubbing should fix it right up.
Thanks for listening to me bitch about this guys…it’s been stressful, but hopefully the worst is now over. I got the wheel situation worked out this morning, and now I just need to get the column and locks fixed over the weekend. It’s crazy how much I missed feeling “independent” without my car, even if it was just for two days. My poor parents were trucking me around everywhere, so I bet they’re relieved too!
IIRC, it was just a few days. The cops pretty much knew who it was from the handprint. It would seem that not many 11 and 12 year olds stold cars in the neighborhood. Even in DC. Even on the hill.
I had a motorcycle stolen one time and to make a long story short, when it was recoverd, it was obvious the thief wasn’t much of a rider, cause it was covered in his own blood!!
That was cool! He got away, but he didn’t go unpunished.
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