Hey! That's my car!
Upon leaving the Hard Times Cafe at about 3:20am I saw a guy messing with the front passenger door of my car. So I said HEY! That's my car! I don't think I sounded mad as much as incredulous. He backed away slowly and said, "Uh, sorry. Uh...I thought it was my friend's" I said, "Well, it's mine." And I got in a drove away. He just kind of shuffled on down the street. I was vaguely aware that confronting this person probably wasn't the best course of action, but what was I going to do. Call the police and tell them someone's trying to get in my car? I needed my car and this guy probably didn't need the police. I'm glad that he didn't get my car and that nobody (especially me) got hurt. It occured to me later that he may have thought I was going to hurt him while I was hoping that he wouldn't hurt me. But he also didn't run when I yelled, so he couldn't have been too scared of me.
Please people, don't steal my car.
Please people, don't steal my car.