30 Something

I went to church yesterday and as I was getting ready to leave, I started my car and nothing, just some sputtering sound. I turned the ignition again and again nothing, I tried it again and again and still nothing. Bummer. I sat for a while trying to call AAA, but because it was father's day (and a Sunday) the office was closed, so I tried to call a local tow truck and sure enough they were closed also. So I sat and sat and comtemplated who I could call to get a ride home. My dear friend Tonya was still at church so I asked her, but only after I let one of the Elders know that I was leaving it and would be back in the morning. He simply asked if the doors were locked and I replied that they were. So off to home I went. I didn't have anywhere to go so there was no problem being inside all day. I was going to go to prayer this morning but my ride decided not to go so I prayed at home half asleep and at 5:31am the phone rang. Who would be calling me from church I don't know, but it was my church calling. Maybe God wanted to speak to me, so I answered the phone. I got the awful news that someone had broken into my truck and the secretary was on the way to come pick me up. Double Bummer!! So I called the police on the way to the church at 5:51am. I waited and waited and prayer dismissed at 6:30, so I waited until about 7:20 to call the police again to make sure I wasn't forgotten. The women replied to me that the shift had changed and someone would be there to help me shortly. Now I know the perfect time to commit a crime is when the shift changes, no one will be available then :-). So I waited (Nicole and Jamie were nice enough to keep me company) and at about 7:40am, two men--white, older, twins--dragging a little tykes wagon (the colorful plactic one) behind them decided they wanted to approach my vehicle to see if they could claim anything that was left behind. I watched to make sure that they were indeed going for my stuff amidst the broken class and debrief and surely as one of the twins bent down to pick up my grocery bag (I'm a green person, I carry my own grocery bags to the store) I yelled, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Jamie jumped up and ran out to the guys and they were nervously trying to explain that they weren't going to steal, simply pick up the bag to get the number off of it to call the police cause they thought it was abandoned and the police needed to know. WHAT? I didn't fall of the turnip truck, they were looking to see what they could grab. They may have even been the ones who broke my window to get in in the first place. I called the police again to report the guys trying to steal my stuff and she let me know that the police were on their way. At 7:48am the police showed up almost an hour later to take a report. The tow truck showed up shortly after that I took my car to be cared for.

Imagine how I felt when the mechanic called me to tell me that it wasn't the starter, but simply a dead battery. I had my car broken in to because I didn't know enough or know anyone enough to check the battery. It cost me $300 for what should have only cost me a third of that. Man oh man.

Labels: broken car, broken wallet, broken window

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