Friday, August 29, 2008

Dude, where's my car?

About 10 years ago, I was staying with my friend Mary in Washington D.C. Her boyfriend came over one night after having a couple drinks with his friends. He'd left something in his car, so I went out with him to get it. After wandering around a bit, I realized who was looking a bit perplexed. "Dude, did you forget where you parked your car?" I asked.

"No, I parked it here...I'm sure...I'm pretty sure..."

"Dude, you are so drunk. I can't believe you lost your car."

Well, as it turned out, in the 15 minutes he had been at Mary's apartment, his car had been stolen. I felt badly for mocking him.

So today, when my sister's boyfriend called and asked why my dad's car, which he generously loaned us for the summer, wasn't parked outside, we chuckled. It must be out there, he must have missed it somehow. We went out to check. No, not there. Not in the garage either...

So of course my sister and I then looked to Jorge. "Dude, seriously, what did you do with the car?" When it finally sunk in that this was not one of Jorge's pranks, we realized that my dad's car was indeed stolen from in front of our house last night. Crap.

This has not improved Jorge's impression of Seattle, naturally.

And the worst part? Tonight is our long-anticipated date night. Argh.

Oh, actually, the really worst part is that my dad was going to give the car to my sister after Jorge and I leave, because her boyfriend Tampa's car isn't working and they need it more than dad. Just three weeks more and she'd be the one getting that insurance payout, not him. Poor Miriam!

No wait, how about this: yesterday Jorge got the oil changed and filled up the tank! And Tampa just got a $35 parking ticket on the car, which he still has to pay...

Oy vey.

4 comments:

D. B. Ingraham said...

... unreal...

Katie said...

sucks sucks double sucks....

check at the top of othello...that's where my car ended up when it was stolen...ei yai yai!

Miss you guys! Looks like you had a blast in Costa Rica!

Tina said...

Ha!! I remember when the lost car was stolen! How can Jorge think poorly of Seattle...he's from Columbia for god's sake and NO had one of the highest crime rates in the country...clearly he has been spoiled by living amongst the lions and tigers...

Dad said...

Gwyneth hasn't mentioned it, but we got the car back two weeks later, undamaged, nothing missing, just a flat battery. They had not taken the jumper cables so we were able to start it.
My theory is that we were the victims of an underworld car sharing plan populated by people who have Honda master keys fo old Hondas.