It’s Just Not My Year

May 17th, 2006 by Potato

Well, I just got a report that my car has been stolen and recovered by the police with the ignition ripped out. I’m waiting for the case officer to call me back so I can get the details…

Not even a week after graduating, too.

Edit: so it was stolen and taken for a joyride then dumped. They towed it to the exact opposite end of the city from me (south of the 401 — my dad figures they get paid by the km for towing), so I’m not even going to bother shelling out $60 in cab fares to go look at it first, I’m just having it towed for repairs.

There wasn’t too much in there that they could have stolen (and who knows, it might still be full of my junk). My poker set, my jacket, my sunglasses, the stereo & CDs, the tools and pump, and the irreplacable fabric frisbee. I hope that’s still in the trunk…

4 Responses to “It’s Just Not My Year”

  1. rez Says:

    Damn. Sorry to hear. It’s in times like these that we bow our heads and turn to sour patch kids for comfort.

    Don’t give in.

  2. Ben Says:

    That sucks. I know I was mighty pissed when my car was broken into a few years ago. Did they steal it out of your apartment parking spot? Whenever I go anywhere downtown I come back half expecting my car to be gone. Hopefully they won’t have to fix much more than the ignition! Sounds like you could use a beer ;o)

  3. Ben Says:

    PS, considering the circumstances, I think your post merit’s a little more profanity…

  4. Potato Says:

    I’m just too drained for profanity.

    The ignition is completely busted, as is the right side door handle. There’s also some damage to the paint work on the right side (odd, as in the spot I had, the right side of the car faces the building). I haven’t had a chance to see if my near-worthless junk was stolen or not — I’m going to go look at it tomorrow. The shop didn’t say anything about the radio, which is a little surprising.

    Yep, they stole it right out of my apartment parking spot (it’s an outdoor lot, but it is reasonably well lit).

    My supervisor figures they picked my car because it’s very ordinary: it was probably used to go on a crime spree last night because people wouldn’t really notice or remember it if it were parked in the driveway of a house that was being robbed.