By thief with bad taste in food
Early this morning when my husband left for his 24 hour shift at a hospital, his car was gone. At about 8 a.m. I get a phone call from him asking if I lent the car to a friend. We have done this before, but hubby and I have good communication and if we had lent it to a friend we would both know about it.
Our car had been stolen sometime in the night, right from our driveway. I called the police, and an officer came out and filed a report. We weren't carrying theft insurance, so it's a loss on a good gas milage Honda, a car high on the desirable list.
I drove the neighborhood this morning on the way to the post office thinking I would see it. Something nagged at me about it.
Around 6 p.m. the kid started in about dinner and asked for Taco Bell, but while in the empty drive-thru line she changed her mind and asked for Micky D's. So I BACKED OUT of the drive thru at Taco Bell on 528 in Rio Rancho and started to make my way to the Icky Micky's across the street. As we pass behind a building I say to the daughter, "Hey, that looks like Dad's car." She recognizes a sticker on it, and we look inside. Low and behold, there is her car seat. At this point I call the police and three squad cars show up. The plate doesn't match, but they run the VIN number and it comes back positive. It's our car!
And the only evidence to process was the Panda Express wrappers, drink cup and an empty pack of Camels.
How many of you out there have had your car stolen only to stumble upon it yourself?
Hubby will be home tomorrow morning from his hospital shift and will find his beloved Honda back in the driveway, though missing the stereo and completely empty of gas...and with a few rice crumbs on the seat.