So about the truck....
So for those don't know my truck was stolen about three weeks ago. A guy took of with the keys while I was sleeping and never came back. Which landed me in a BIG pile of crap 'cause it is owned by my parents. So I called the police and the insurance company, got a rental, and waited...and waited....and waited....and after three weeks hide nor hair of the truck was seen. So while I have been keeping an eye out for it I haven't been searching for it. That's the police job right? (Yea...well evidently not)
Yesterday I was on my way to the movies in Garland. I was happily toodling along Northwest thinking no more of seeing Harold and Kumar escape from GB when out in front of me pulls the truck. It took a second for it to register that, yes this was indeed my truck. Plates? Check. Sticker on the window (We are the people our parents warned us about) Check. Instant rage for Danielle. They dared to not only steal my truck but taunt me with it! So I pulled out my cell phone and called 911. Well...evidently in Garland a female chasing down her stolen truck doesn't warrant 911. I was told to call the front desk, which I did but I was going to be damned if I was gonna let the truck out of my sight....Someone was driving *my* baby and not very well. If you have ever had to call Garland front desk, you know that you have to wait for hours to get anyone. So here I am in a little Nissan chasing a Sport Trac waiting on hold for the police to come and do the job I was doing. So we twist and turn through Garland into Dallas, at this point I pretty sure the guy is freaked 'cause this little Sentra won't leave him be and the driver is shouting and cursing and shaking a fist promising dooooom behind him. He ends up turing into an apartment complex. In fact....my old apartment complex off 635. Not a bright move...not losing me in there. When he slowed down for a speed bump I darted my itty bitty car in front of the very big truck and blocked him. I jumped out screaming and hollering (cause, of course it is not the same guy who stole it) "Do you know you are driving my stolen *bleep* *bleep* truck?!" (Btw...still holding for the police...been almost an hour) His reply "Nah man...this is Jeff's truck" I will admit...I lost it....I went running towards the truck with cell to one ear, insurance card in the other just screaming what a dumb worthless POS he is. At that point I think something clicked in his head that this just may not be worth it. (On top of just being plain pissed...I am PMSing too...and I am not a small dainty female) He and the chick just bail out the truck, didn't even bother to turn it off. Er...crap what do I do now? I gotta stay with the truck, right? I can't go chasing them, right? Oh but I wanted blood. So now I give up on good old GPD. I call my mom. Tell I found and recaputred the truck. She, of course, is thinking clearly and lost in anger points out that they may come back, with friends, and guns for the stuff they left in the truck. Oh....Well I have better get the police, huh? So back to 911...of course somehow, despite being in Dallas I get Garland...Luckily....they transfered me to Dallas, who at least seemed to think it was a time for a cop to be there. Now the kicker...the cops didn't even search the truck. When asked what to do if I find something that shouldn't be there, ie drugs or weapons, the response....Just throw it away.
Needless to say...my father is PISSED cause his daughter had to not only chase down the truck, 'cause the cops couldn't be bothered, stand in the rain trying to get ahold of the cops, 'cause they couldn't be bothered, but on top of it I was told to search through a stolen truck and possibily destroy evidence 'cause they couldn't be bothered. The calls to varies officals and PD's started this morning...and if you don't know how my father is when riled....be glad.
Yesterday I was on my way to the movies in Garland. I was happily toodling along Northwest thinking no more of seeing Harold and Kumar escape from GB when out in front of me pulls the truck. It took a second for it to register that, yes this was indeed my truck. Plates? Check. Sticker on the window (We are the people our parents warned us about) Check. Instant rage for Danielle. They dared to not only steal my truck but taunt me with it! So I pulled out my cell phone and called 911. Well...evidently in Garland a female chasing down her stolen truck doesn't warrant 911. I was told to call the front desk, which I did but I was going to be damned if I was gonna let the truck out of my sight....Someone was driving *my* baby and not very well. If you have ever had to call Garland front desk, you know that you have to wait for hours to get anyone. So here I am in a little Nissan chasing a Sport Trac waiting on hold for the police to come and do the job I was doing. So we twist and turn through Garland into Dallas, at this point I pretty sure the guy is freaked 'cause this little Sentra won't leave him be and the driver is shouting and cursing and shaking a fist promising dooooom behind him. He ends up turing into an apartment complex. In fact....my old apartment complex off 635. Not a bright move...not losing me in there. When he slowed down for a speed bump I darted my itty bitty car in front of the very big truck and blocked him. I jumped out screaming and hollering (cause, of course it is not the same guy who stole it) "Do you know you are driving my stolen *bleep* *bleep* truck?!" (Btw...still holding for the police...been almost an hour) His reply "Nah man...this is Jeff's truck" I will admit...I lost it....I went running towards the truck with cell to one ear, insurance card in the other just screaming what a dumb worthless POS he is. At that point I think something clicked in his head that this just may not be worth it. (On top of just being plain pissed...I am PMSing too...and I am not a small dainty female) He and the chick just bail out the truck, didn't even bother to turn it off. Er...crap what do I do now? I gotta stay with the truck, right? I can't go chasing them, right? Oh but I wanted blood. So now I give up on good old GPD. I call my mom. Tell I found and recaputred the truck. She, of course, is thinking clearly and lost in anger points out that they may come back, with friends, and guns for the stuff they left in the truck. Oh....Well I have better get the police, huh? So back to 911...of course somehow, despite being in Dallas I get Garland...Luckily....they transfered me to Dallas, who at least seemed to think it was a time for a cop to be there. Now the kicker...the cops didn't even search the truck. When asked what to do if I find something that shouldn't be there, ie drugs or weapons, the response....Just throw it away.
Needless to say...my father is PISSED cause his daughter had to not only chase down the truck, 'cause the cops couldn't be bothered, stand in the rain trying to get ahold of the cops, 'cause they couldn't be bothered, but on top of it I was told to search through a stolen truck and possibily destroy evidence 'cause they couldn't be bothered. The calls to varies officals and PD's started this morning...and if you don't know how my father is when riled....be glad.