Here’s my missing car story.
Last night, my daughter and I went shopping. When we came out to the
parking lot, we got to the area where I had parked the car, but it wasn’t
We both realized at the same moment that it was gone.
Have to admit that maybe once or twice in my life I could have sworn someone
took my car, only to find it sitting innocently one row over.
I started to realize I had to figure out a way to get us home and deal with
this. We both knew exactly where the car had been parked, so neither of us
was wondering if we had made a mistake.
Then we spotted it. Parked in an area not too far away.
The first thing we both did as we walked up to it was look in the back
window to see if our unicycles were still there! I don’t go anywhere
without them, and we had five of them in there at that point.
They were all there. My daughter checked twice. I unlocked the door and we
found her CD player, CDs, and my cell phone were still there.
My daughter was convinced that people were starting to spend time in mall
parking lots, breaking into cars, not taking anything, relocating the car,
and locking it up again. That didn’t seem likely to me.
However, having an 18-year-old son with keys to my car did seem like it may
have had something to do with this.
When we got home, he grinned at me.
The story isn’t finished yet…
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