No Cars Go

So much to write about! Last week was a pretty intense week. What with temping, planning a closing night party, trying to go to spring training for my softball team, and my car getting stolen. Oh that's right. My car got stolen!! From my locked garage at my apartment! Here's the recap:

I get home last Tuesday from spring training around 8. Then D and I load up my car with a few things to take to his parents house, including his drum set and three bins full of electronics. Since we were both off the next day, we thought we would go ahead and take care of it so we could sleep in and drive up in the afternoon. So we do just that. We sleep in. We take our time getting ready. Leisurely walk down to the garage to find that there is no car in my spot. The first thing that ran through my head was, "Ok, which one of us had the car last and where did we park it?" because I have done that before. Then I noticed the trail of glass on the right side of the parking space.

We run upstairs, cursing and panicking the whole way. We get inside the apartment and I immediately call the police. They show up over 2 hours later. Ugg. During that time, I'm on the phone with my insurance company almost constantly while getting the occasional call from a member of my family. My mom quietly freaking out, my uncle staying cool. Our family friend who has worked at my family's business since I was born getting on the phone and telling me that I should have a drink.

After the cop leaves, my insurance company arranges for me to have a rental car. I get in a cab to go to the rental car company and, as I'm en route, my phone rings. It is a DC detective asking if I knew I had low jack on my car. For those of you who don't know, low jack is like a GPS device. In other words, they were tracking my car! Very high tech, James Bond shit going on. And an hour later, they call me back telling me they recovered my car and made an arrest. Then they asked me if the drum set belonged to me. D about jumped out of his skin he was so excited. So while he was doing his show, I went down to the precinct to retrieve all of my belongings from the car. This included D's drum set, two of his bins, and my CD's. The only thing missing was my iPod and one of D's bins that had a GameCube in it. There were also some additions to my car. Stolen merchandise. Several XXX-Large t-shirts with loud print on the front, a carry-on bag, and a Dora the Explorer hat. Score!

As of now, I'm still in the rental car. The guy will go to trial and I will have to go to give my statement, which I am very much looking forward to just to see this guy. They did an estimate of the damage, which was just the window. Now my insurance company gets it repaired and I can have my car, Maximus, back very soon. I miss him.

The moral of the story: it apparently doesn't matter if your car is in a locked garage. And low jack is awesome. Get it if you can. Or maybe The Club. The Club is not a bad idea.