July 17th 2005
I get it, God! You can stop with the tests now!
Just in case anyone thinks my week hasn’t been bad enough, I got home from the grocery store after church today to discover that my car had been broken into. Sometime between last night and two hours ago.
Oddly, whoever decided to smash in my passenger side window (after being unable to slim-jim the driver’s side door or figure out how to get into the driver’s side back door by PULLING OUT THE DOOR HANDLE) didn’t decide to take any stuff INSIDE the car.
Instead, they took stuff from my engine. My car was chopped, while right outside our apartment. I don’t know what they took exactly, but my car doesn’t start now. There are wires that don’t end anywhere, and there are holes in my engine where it looks like stuff used to live. I wish I knew more about cars, so I could tell you all exactly what they took, but I don’t.
Everyone has been very nice; the lady at the police department who took my statement was very sweet to me, and seemed at least AS incredulous as I was at the “missing parts of the engine” thing. Ditto for the very nice lady at my insurance company.
We’ll see if what they did to my car will be enough to total it out after the body shop comes and gets it tomorrow. Until then, I have no car. Which sucks. It’s a good thing I am mostly an optimist, because this kind of crap could really flatten me if I weren’t.
