Not sure how Ambivalid feels about me sharing something personal like this, but I don’t think he’ll be too upset. (We live together.)
A few weeks back, we had a Tinder girl over. We swing, from time to time. He once knew this girl from like 8 yrs ago and had lost contact, so he was a little excited when she showed up again. Being they had history, and I’m generally good at reading people, I didn’t feel the slightest apprehension.
Anyways. She said she was going to get smokes, and the bright, naive dumbass I am, I was like, “Here’s the keys.” I never thought someone would be stupid enough to jeopardize themselves by stealing a freaking car like that. But yeah, this girl never came back.
They found the car. They found the girl. I’m about to go pick it up and pay the towing fee. We have some mild subpoena to testify she did, in fact, take our car in a few weeks.
Oy Vey.
I mean, thank my lucky stars I’m not down a car. I guess. I’m not used to anything to do with the police and the law and whatnot, so I’m nervous just being involved in the situation.
I feel really really dumb for this ever happening in the first place. (Ambivalid’s been cool about it, though. It’s like he always knows everything’s always alright.)
I can’t keep this in and it’s all I can think about.
Exactly. We were stunned. Spent hours just trying to text her and coax her into bringing it back. I don’t get it at all. All she had to do was bring the car back. I don’t know what happened in her head.
And now… She’s going to jail or suffering some kind of penalty because she refused to bring it back. It’s really sad. She seemed like a sweet girl. I didn’t want to screw anyone’s life up over this.
I’ll leave this for him to make a witty response to.
Sadly, we may never know.
Hahaha. Yeah,… our car that she stole has 170,000 miles on it and is from 2005. Apparently, it’s still running, because no one’s said otherwise. The girl didn’t even try to sell it for parts. I don’t get it at all. She got nothing out of this whatsoever.
Hahaha. Yeah, true. I didn’t think of that. Man, my life would be empty without the little knob on the wheel. I can’t live without it anymore. But my coats, etc get caught on the hand controls at times. Ugggggh. (All of a sudden the engine revs aggressively as I roll down the window.)
Alright, update: The battery was dead, the impound guy jumped it. Everything how we left it, more or less. Some stuff was missing. And she left a lot of shit in the car that I just threw out. Woot woot! I feel gangsta. I got my car back!