Stop! Thief!
This morning, I got up, took a shower, got dressed, searched for my
keys and walked out the front door to take off for Evers &
Company’s weekly business meeting.
But, wait!
Where’s the car? Didn’t I park it right out in front of the house?
It wasn’t there. I looked up and down the street. No Black Cherry Pearl Lexus sedan!
Yikes!
So,
I became one of the District of Columbia’s victims of car theft – on a
scale of 1 to 10 of bad things that could happen, this might have been
about a 3. Nobody got hurt. It’s just a car.
And now, I’m feeling guilty!
Just
last week, a buyer commented on how nice my car was. I responded by
saying it was a gas guzzler that exponentially increased my carbon
footprint. I was actually thinking about selling it and getting a
Prius.
I’m sorry, car!
You were wonderful! You made me feel like a serious real estate agent – a rich lady!
The District police are actually great at recovering stolen cars. It’s been less than 24-hours.
Keep your fingers crossed!
Meanwhile, I’m driving a Hundai! How embarrassing!
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Is Car home yet?
I know just how you feel because it happened to me about a year ago. ‘Parked in front of my house in beautiful downtown Crofton, MD! Police spotted my car about 20 minutes after I reported it and gave chase, eventually catching one of the thiefs as he took off on foot. Inside my car were their four guns, knives, and trash – but they didn’t have my car long enough to do it any damage.
Hopefully you’ll have a happy ending to share with us. I’ll be watching for it.