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This morning there was a note in the door saying that a car had been stolen out of our garage last night. I did really go and look and make sure mine was still there. It was.

About 5 or 6 years ago, on a Saturday morning I was on my way to the grocery store. I went down to the garage and my car wasn't there. You know that feeling when you can't find your car keys? Well, it's a lot more magnified when you can't find your actual car!

After much confusing thought, I finally remembered that the last car thing had been a couple of weeks before when my friends, the Jims, were visiting from California. On Sunday afternoon they had taken the car to go to the Boeing museum. On Monday morning they took a bus to the airport so that Sunday was the last time for the car. I called them to confirm that they did, indeed, bring it home from the museum and they had.

The cops were pretty amused that I couldn't pin down the time of the theft closer than a couple of weeks but they assured me that the chances of getting the car back were really good. "It's way too old to be good for parts or fun for kids." Ouch. I had thought my car was nice - a 1985 Nissan - sporty little bugger - fully of nifty toys and gadgets - it even had a woman who talked to you. But, apparently, not good enough for real stealing.

About a month went by and my insurance company was getting ready to pay up when I got the call. My car was in Everett (about an hour north of here). I went up there to get it. It was in an impound lot out of gas and with its antenna snapped off but otherwise in good shape.

It was loaded with stuff. Clothes and trash and stuff. I pulled up next to the dumpster and just unloaded all of it - cleaned it out and brought it home. My car guy looked it all over and gave it a tune up and a good wash and fixed the antenna and it was better than pre-theft.

But, the best part... The day after I picked it up, I got home from work to find a message on my answering machine:

"Ah, this is Belinda and my stuff is in your car. I need my stuff. Please call me so I can tell you where I am so you can bring me my stuff. I really need the cassettes so maybe you could even mail them to me? Call me, ok?" and she left her number.

I am not making this up. I kept the message for the longest time - it was an endless source of amusement.

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Date: 2003-11-14 10:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amai-unmei.livejournal.com
I think this post has put a perma-smile on my face for the rest of the day! I linked to it, btw ... I hope you don't mind. But it's too funny! Muahahahahahaha!

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Date: 2003-11-14 12:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] machupicchu.livejournal.com
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Okay, so I think maybe that's the best LJ icon I have ever seen.
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Date: 2003-11-14 10:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fj.livejournal.com
It is only on the second reading that I realized Belinda wants you to bring her her stuff.

What was she thinking?

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Date: 2003-11-14 10:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jwg.livejournal.com
I suppose you could have told Belinda where the dumpster was - it may not have been collected.

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Date: 2003-11-14 11:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] judith.livejournal.com
That really is amazing. Could it be that she has no clue?

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Date: 2003-11-14 01:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] teasdale.livejournal.com
This story made me smile, too. So this Belinda actually left you a phone number to get in contact with her???? Amazing...

My car was stolen out of my driveway about a year ago. Luckily I got it back in repairable condition and eventually got over the trauma of it all. I think I'd had it back a couple of days before I looked in the trunk. I found a very nice, expensive looking, woman's LLBean winter coat. It sounds bad to say but I took great delight in throwing it into my trash dumpster. It was a small payback but I almost wish I'd gotten a call about it!! LOL

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Date: 2003-11-14 08:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nitemirror.livejournal.com
Years ago my Dad's car was stolen. The thing we laugh at about our story was that my parents went to the police and said they'd like to file a "missing car" report. The cop had to ask if they meant a stolen car report.

Unfortunately our story didn't end as good as yours. Dad's car was found stripped almost to the frame in a nearby town about a week later.

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Date: 2003-11-15 05:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dlanor.livejournal.com
She did not have a clue, I love it.

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