So my parents, who live in the "safe suburbs", got their car stolen. Out of their garage.
But, they have ONSTAR. So an exciting police chase ensued. Cuz they immediately called ONSTAR and located the car driving through a different safe suburb. Which, of course, ended with the "perp" (yes it does sound odd coming out of my mother's mouth) wrecking the car into a tree.
So while all this is scary and exciting, considering I was spending the night at the parents and had to wake up at 6am with the rest of them when my mother discovered the missing auto, the worst part was:
THEY STOLE MY TORINO.
Right out of the trunk of MY CAR. Which was sitting in the driveway in front of the house. Which no one would want to steal, but they found the need to rifle through the contents and then
TOOK THE TORINO! The famous one - from the summer roadtrip. Bastard burgler stealer thiefs!
So when the guy was caught - NO TORINO.
Where is it? There must have been an ACCOMPLICE. A passenger. A partner in crime.
But, I'm over it. Cuz my sweet peaches won me another on on EBAY. Ahhhhhh, sweet peaches.
So now my parents are fortifying their house like, well, not to wax too cliche but, FORT KNOX.
And my 8 year old niece is having nightmares about people getting in her house.
And my 3 year old niece thinks that Jesus will get them cuz, according to her,
"Jesus puts people in jail for being bad"
And my 9 year old nephew thinks if the burglar had a nice family, and a job,
he might not need our car.
And that is the entire American pysche all neatly tied up in a red, white and blue ribbon:
Fear and misguided religious zeal tempered with a pinch of compassion and universalistic leanings.
But, I am proud to say, they did manage to work up some healthy vengeful
thoughts over the TORINO.
Smart kids.
But, they have ONSTAR. So an exciting police chase ensued. Cuz they immediately called ONSTAR and located the car driving through a different safe suburb. Which, of course, ended with the "perp" (yes it does sound odd coming out of my mother's mouth) wrecking the car into a tree.
So while all this is scary and exciting, considering I was spending the night at the parents and had to wake up at 6am with the rest of them when my mother discovered the missing auto, the worst part was:
THEY STOLE MY TORINO.
Right out of the trunk of MY CAR. Which was sitting in the driveway in front of the house. Which no one would want to steal, but they found the need to rifle through the contents and then
TOOK THE TORINO! The famous one - from the summer roadtrip. Bastard burgler stealer thiefs!
So when the guy was caught - NO TORINO.
Where is it? There must have been an ACCOMPLICE. A passenger. A partner in crime.
But, I'm over it. Cuz my sweet peaches won me another on on EBAY. Ahhhhhh, sweet peaches.
So now my parents are fortifying their house like, well, not to wax too cliche but, FORT KNOX.
And my 8 year old niece is having nightmares about people getting in her house.
And my 3 year old niece thinks that Jesus will get them cuz, according to her,
"Jesus puts people in jail for being bad"
And my 9 year old nephew thinks if the burglar had a nice family, and a job,
he might not need our car.
And that is the entire American pysche all neatly tied up in a red, white and blue ribbon:
Fear and misguided religious zeal tempered with a pinch of compassion and universalistic leanings.
But, I am proud to say, they did manage to work up some healthy vengeful
thoughts over the TORINO.
Smart kids.
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Date: 2007-11-14 07:11 pm (UTC)Glad you got a replacement. I would've cried, too.
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Date: 2007-11-14 11:15 pm (UTC)Yeah, that kid is something else. Hope he remains that way . . .