November 20, 2008

Good Times

Dear Punk Who Stole My Father's Car,

You are an asshole. Karma is a bitch.

~XOXO

I'm totally not kidding! Some little bastard jacked my father's car from in front of our house. It's time for them to load up and head home, they go outside and... no car. Some prick stole it, took everything in it, hit a parked van, and left it in the road barely a mile from here. So we spent the day filing police reports, contacting insurance, springing the car from impound, and taking inventory of all the missing stuff.

And guess what? If your car is stolen and ends up in police impound, you get to pay to get it out. Bet your ass the police report won't be ready anytime soon though, so good luck getting replacement medications or registration papers.

What a royal pain in the ass!

6 comments:

April said...

That sucks so bad!! What a way to almost end the week.

laurie said...

Oh no!! Were they able to get home in it?

Krissi said...

OMG!! You are kidding! From in front of your house?? WTF??? Thats crazy!!!

Jessica said...

That's what you get for living in the hood sister :)

Sarah said...

I'm sorry? They drove it...a mile? All that for a mile? Yeah. THAT makes sense!

~Ronda~ said...

Holy Shit, right in front of your house?? Ok, fo shizzle, I am parking my overrated payment with the keys in it, right in front of your house today!! Think I can get lucky?? My luck, not no, but hell no!! Really sorry to hear that it happened, that sux, just when you think you live in a halfway safe neighborhood...your fears come to life!! See ya this afternoon...here comes the XANAX Martini..woo hoo!!!