Dude, where's my car?
So, our car is gone. My dad could have been channelling Ashton Kutcher right there.
He was going with my mum to see a client, and when he got out on the sidewalk, it was gone. That was 10:30 am. By our reckoning, it was taken sometime between 07:30 and 08:30 am. The construction workers from the building next door saw it parked out there when they arrived at 07:30. When the architect arrived at 08:30, he parked his car in our spot: the car was already gone. In broad daylight.
It was probably stolen for the spare parts.
It doesn't usually take much to make me think the world sucks, so this is like a reinforcement for me to lose what little faith I had in humanity. I know cars are stolen everyday, but what really gets to me it's that my dad had bought this car a couple of months ago. It was used, but the old thing he had before was about to fall to pieces, and since this year his work picked up a bit, he decided to change it. Only to have it stolen.
I feel like breaking stuff. Or people.
Not good.
He was going with my mum to see a client, and when he got out on the sidewalk, it was gone. That was 10:30 am. By our reckoning, it was taken sometime between 07:30 and 08:30 am. The construction workers from the building next door saw it parked out there when they arrived at 07:30. When the architect arrived at 08:30, he parked his car in our spot: the car was already gone. In broad daylight.
It was probably stolen for the spare parts.
It doesn't usually take much to make me think the world sucks, so this is like a reinforcement for me to lose what little faith I had in humanity. I know cars are stolen everyday, but what really gets to me it's that my dad had bought this car a couple of months ago. It was used, but the old thing he had before was about to fall to pieces, and since this year his work picked up a bit, he decided to change it. Only to have it stolen.
I feel like breaking stuff. Or people.
Not good.