Not Nice Words
So I go home for lunch yesterday, and as I leave to return to work, the building owner catches me and tells me that a car was stolen from the garage the other day. I actually remember the incident, as the thieves ditched a previously stolen car when they took the one from our garage, and they ditched the other one in my parking space. So anyway, he explains that a tenant hit the doorframe leaving the garage and it bent the frame, preventing the door from closing at all. The thieves of course were ecstatic. The doorframe was bent back into place, and then pro door frame people were brought in to really fix it right. However, apparently it never occurred to anyone at any point that, duh, once they've stolen one car from our garage, they HAVE OUR GARAGE DOOR OPENER. So not only did they not change the garage door opening signal, they didn't even bother to post warnings in the building that there had been a theft at all! If they had, I would have at least taken some precautions, instead of going on in stupid, placid delusionment that our garage was, in fact, "secure." My car was stolen two days after the first one - the same day the landlord finally told me about the first theft, but too late for me to somehow prevent it.
I feel violated and depressed and ANGRY. This is the second time this car has been stolen from me, and I don't think I will be getting it back this time. This time, I don't think they were just out for a joy ride. They stole two Hondas from our garage - they took the first one, then came back later and probably thought they'd gone to heaven when they saw that ANOTHER Honda lived in the same garage! They're not leaving it out in a parking lot after cruising around town. They're tearing it down. I just had hundreds and hundreds of dollars worth of body work done. None of the words I want to say are appropriate. They have little things that I cared about. They have my Homecoming garter, and the little 'cell phone charm' trinket my boyfriend's mom brought me from Korea before I had even met her. They have my Car Panda. They also have my dance sword, and all the presents I was going to take down to my aunt this weekend, for her, my cousin, and my other aunt and uncle.
Extra bonus, for some reason I am having sharp pains coming from somewhere up deep behind my left hip and shooting down my leg. This just started this morning.
I feel violated and depressed and ANGRY. This is the second time this car has been stolen from me, and I don't think I will be getting it back this time. This time, I don't think they were just out for a joy ride. They stole two Hondas from our garage - they took the first one, then came back later and probably thought they'd gone to heaven when they saw that ANOTHER Honda lived in the same garage! They're not leaving it out in a parking lot after cruising around town. They're tearing it down. I just had hundreds and hundreds of dollars worth of body work done. None of the words I want to say are appropriate. They have little things that I cared about. They have my Homecoming garter, and the little 'cell phone charm' trinket my boyfriend's mom brought me from Korea before I had even met her. They have my Car Panda. They also have my dance sword, and all the presents I was going to take down to my aunt this weekend, for her, my cousin, and my other aunt and uncle.
Extra bonus, for some reason I am having sharp pains coming from somewhere up deep behind my left hip and shooting down my leg. This just started this morning.