I really hate being the bringer of unending drama in your GS Friends' Blog List. Really, I do. But I really can't make stuff like this up. The following is a true story.
Date: Wednesday April 14th; Time: 7:00am
My mom and dad are in the kitchen making their coffee, breakfast, and lunch for the day. My dad finishes up and goes to exit the house through the garage. He opens the garage door with the push of a button. He walks outside into the cool spring morning air and walks down to the foot of the driveway to grab the newspaper. On his way back up the driveway, he notices that something's missing. He walks back into the house to inquire about what he's seen.
Dad: Did Matt already leave for the day?
Mom: Umm, I don't think so. *sneaks up into my room and sees I'm still in my bed sleeping; walks back down* No, he's still sleeping. Why?
Dad: His car's missing.
Mom: What???
Dad: It's not there.
My mom walks back upstairs and wakes me up. She tells me what's going on and I walk outside in a sleepy stupor to see what my dad's already seen. My car is not in the driveway. Where there once was a super sexy 2000 white Honda Civic, there is now only a car-shaped dry gap on the still-wet road. I know I locked the doors, had the windows closed up; I passed my keys on the kitchen island on my way outside, so it's not like they used my own keys to get in. Furthermore, there wasn't any broken glass on the driveway. So they jimmied their way in. I'm in a state of disbelief, as though I'm dreaming that my car was stolen. Except, I know I'm not dreaming because I'm definitely awake; my car really was stolen.
Naturally, the first thing I did was call the police. I was totally calm; I wasn't even sad or angry. I was just calm. Sadness and anger didn't set in until my mom called me later on in the morning to explain that what probably happened is that someone came during the night to steal my car for its parts because Hondas are a hot commodity and parts of Hondas are in very high demand. Apparently, some auto centers will actually buy used parts from these bozos instead of from the car companies themselves. So, it's perfectly okay to steal people's cars - that they still use! - for parts because other people need the parts to repair their own cars. If only those people knew... Heck, now I need those parts! Can I have my own car's parts back?
That, of course, implies that I got my car back. Fortunately (or maybe not?), the police found my car by noon. I don't know if they caught anyone, and I don't know where they found it. I can only guess that it was my description of my Eagle Scout and Jedi Council bumper stickers and the green Huntington magnet that helped them find my car that much quicker. They got some towing service to tow it to said towing service's lot, and the police dropped a report form in the mailbox.
On this form, it lists that the only items missing are the taillights, the ignition, my front hood, and my stereo. This is good because of course, it could have been much worse. Maybe my prescription sunglasses are still in the glove compartment. Maybe my iTrip cable is still in the car. Maybe, the speakers my cousin's brother installed into the car are still there (this car was my cousin's car for at least six years before she let me have it in late '08 ). That's really all I was concerned about while I waited to hear the news that they'd found my car. I didn't care about anything else except those speakers.
Well, now I come to find out that my dad says the report doesn't really tell the whole story. When on the phone with the police when they called to say they'd found the car, they told my dad that because of all the parts that were missing, the car could not be considered "in driving condition." Also, the report left out the part where the tards tore apart the interior of the car. If it's logical to feel sadness over something like this happening, then this bit of news is what put me over the edge. You see, when my cousin gave me this car, it was the greatest thing ever and the most generous gift I've ever received from anyone - I didn't need to pay her a dime. Out of respect for her and as a result of my own excitement in owning such a great, reliable car, I'd been keeping such good care of it. Regular oil changes, little repairs here and there, keeping the tires inflated, bimonthly washes in the driveway, and I'll be damned if that car didn't smell real good on the inside and was really clean physically, too.
And that's what sucks so much. My dad and I are going to go see the car for ourselves tomorrow, so that should be a fun little father-son field trip. While I really hope the speakers are still there, will it even be worth repairing the car (and definitely installing a car alarm)? Will it cost more to repair than to just get a "new" used car? Would it even be worth repairing the car, for the simple fact that whoever stole it this time might steal it again and take out all the new parts and put me down even more money?
I hate this so much because I just got the largest paycheck I've ever gotten so far at this job and I was so glad because I knew I wouldn't be spending much money at all until June (ModNation Racers, etc.). Now, either way, I'm having to dole out a large stack of green on auto expenses.
There is, oddly enough, a wee bit of karma-tastic humor to go along with all the awful stuff. The stereo I had in the car is the same stereo that my cousin had used. Thus, it was old...and kinda broken. It would only tune to one radio station, so all I could do was plug in the iTrip cable and listen to my iPod because I couldn't access any radio stations. This was fine by me because all the radio stations SUCK in my area, especially since they turned the only alternative rock station into yet another hip-hop station (because we needed another one of those, but I digress). I could still adjust the volume, bass level, treble level, etc. so I was okay. Well, the morons didn't know all this when they stole the stereo sooooo joke's on them! I'm just glad I never bought a replacement stereo. For the last two years, I've been looking around but I never commited. My parents even wanted to get me one for my birthday this past January, but I told them I still didn't feel like I really needed or wanted a new stereo and so they held off and instead, are helping pay for some of the cost of the PS3. Could you imagine if I'd gotten one then? Not even three months with a $200 stereo and then POOF! gone. Yeah, can't believe how lucky and glad I am that I made this decision over time.
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