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Dude, where's my Car?

Saturday, April 23, 2005

A back lane near Osborne and Morly apparently.
At least that's what the good Constable who phoned me this morning told me.
That resulted in a phone call to some other department of the city police, where I held for almost 10 minutes (after dialing in repeatedly to a busy signal). Then the guy there took a hell of a long time to take down my info (I could hear his slow pecking/typing). From there it was a call to Autopac (the public insurance company) to schedule and interview for me to give a 'statement'. Let's see:
"Uh yeah... so I was like, asleep...and then I heard this guy talking on my answering machine saying he was a cop and was looking for me cuz they found my car. So I phoned him back and told him that my car was missing, and he told me to call another number. So I did. They told me to call one more number. So I did."
In any event, from what the Constable told me there doesn't seem to be any additional damage, as the perps drove it somewhere, then couldn't get it started again. See, the key doesn't come out of the ignition, and if you turn it right back to 'off' it's neigh-impossible to turn it to 'start' again. Foolish criminals. I get satisfaction out of the fact that my car beat them.
A few weeks ago someone tried to steal my car, but couldn't get the key turned. I was proud of it then. When asked 'do you have all the keys with you?' I got to say "No actually, there's one in the ignition and one on the dash".
Thankfully I didn't leave anything of value inside the car, other than my shovel in the trunk.
So anyways I can either pursue the claim and pay the $500 deductible for them to fix whatever was done, or not file the claim and just take the car. Me and the folks might drop by the compound tomorrow to take a gander at her, because quite frankly I think the deductible is more than the value of the car.

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