Dec 16, 2007 12:12
My damn car was stolen.
*sigh* I went out to shovel my walk and went to get the rock salt from my car, and...it's not there. *facepalm*
It wasn't even my car, it was Don's Escape. So I had to call and tell him so I could get the information and the atupid asswipe cop they sent over just looked at me like I was a revolting little speck because I didn't know his entire license plate number and vin. Who keeps that crap anywhere other than their glove compartment? (If you do, just keep that to yourself...it'll just make me feel worse)
Thank God he has good insurance who happened to be answering their phones today.
*sigh* So...this totally blows. Gabriel's carseat was in there, so now I'm housebound until they find it. -IF- they find it.
I try to do goo things for people. I try to be a good person and do nice things....I'm a big advocate of turning the other cheek and I give to charity and all that...so why does karma hate me so much? Why?? What did I DO?