This shit is *hella* ridiculous

Mar 14, 2011 23:07

I left my car parked 3 blocks from my house today since I didn't need it. See, I was interviewing for another internship near Market St. and Powell, and nobody smart drives into that area. Market is a vortex for automobiles where you can never turn left and parking will cost you your left arm, a titty, and probably some gonads....and that's if you're lucky.

Car left in Oakland. In my neighborhood. Figured it was ok since I survive on street parking.

Came home. Yogaed the body. Relaxed. Ate some makeshift pilaf (leftover rice + bleu cheese + irish butter + almonds + cranberries). Decided to go move the car since it is a street sweeping week.

Dude. Where's.my.car.

That's right. The little red shitbox of doom, my ruby vroom has been purloined in my absence.
And I would rather think that I parked it somewhere stupid. Called the impound lot: they have assured my little OCD ass three times it's not there.

Now I'm sitting at my desk looking at a police statement with an insurance claim on it and I'm still in incredulity: who would *want* to steal my car. I'd have considered myself blessed by angels if it didn't implode in the next year and told my mother as much two days ago.

But now it's gone.
Moment of silence?
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