You should never challenge the higher powers ...
Remember how I said in my previous post that "there are very few ways" to have this golden weekend of mine ruined? Well "very few" is a bigger amount than I thought.
I walked out of the hospital -- post-call, again -- into the parking lot, only to find my car gone. As in, not in the spot I had parked it in the day before. Not in that spot or any spot for that matter. It is a weird feeling walking into a parking lot expecting your car to be in a very specific spot (since I park in the exact same spot every day), and another car is in its place.
I walked around, stunned, for about 15 minutes, before I realized it had probably been stolen. This was the last thing I needed on a post-call day. Come to think of it, this was the last thing I needed ever.
6 comments:
Argh...I feel your pain. Hope the rest of the weekend gets much better...
Holy Crap!!!
Um, how does these things happen to you? Have you broken any mirrors lately?
I don't know what I'd do if my 94 T-Bird got stolen, I love that car. However, if my 95 Intrepid was stolen, I'd be thrilled...it's a piece of junk, and I could get a nice insurance check....wait....I don't have insurance on it anymore because of the T-Bird...
Luck be with you in getting your car back and smiting the scum that took it =)
Thanks all for your support. While my car is likely deep in the heart of Mexico, things will be OK. At least I might end up with a new car at the end of this (even though I did love my car).
I'm so sorry to hear that! I really like reading your blog- I hope things are going better
Heh I once had such a shitty car that they stole it, but then just left it a week later when it was out of gas. It is a weird feeling.
Anyway, it sounds like that car was just waiting to betray you...so good riddance...at least, try to think of it that way.
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