Monday, October 24, 2005

i give up with cars

I don't even know what to say.

My car got stolen.

There, that's it. I'm at a loss, I have no idea what to do now. It's like I was never meant to ever have a mode of transportation or something. I filed a police report, but I don't even have high hopes of them finding it anywhere near intact. At this point I don't really care even. You know, I could list off the troubles I have had with this car since the summer. A wreck. The alternator fiasco. Getting broken into. The ticket. And now this. At this point, I don't even care about it anymore. I am so very tempted to just say screw it all and disavow any knowledge of ever owning this god forsaken car. I take back what I said - I hope the police never find it, just so I can kiss it goodbye for good and never own another honda again. I haven't even called the insurance company yet, telling myself that I will first thing in the morning.

I guess there was humor in it all someplace. Reading off my liscence number to the police on the phone, I said "four, 'd' as in david, 'g' as in god, 't' as in tony, and 'eight-five-one' as in ten eight fifty one." The last 3 digits in my liscence are the same as the police code for a stolen vehicle.

All humor aside, though - can't a guy catch a break? Even a small one? Seriously, this is ridiculous.