My car was stolen. I already wrote about this. Progressive gave me a check; I signed over the title of the car. Story over.
But then the police called on Monday and said that they’d found the car and that I had 20 minutes to go get it before it would be towed.
Interesting that it has turned up, and that it has turned up in Oakland. But technically, I don’t even own the car any more, and also technically, I don’t have the keys because I handed them over to Progressive. I called the insurance company and told them, and they basically just said “we’ll let you know if we find any of your stuff in the car.”
Today my insurance guy is calling me back and wants to know if there weren’t more keys to the car out there. Why? Because the car was parked a block away to where I live and does not appear to have been stolen. There’s no damage at all, doesn’t look like it was broken in to, and there’s all kinds of stuff still in there. So, um. Weird. Nice little theivies were kind to the car, didn’t take my stuff, and just brought it right back to me? Really?
Then he dropped the word “misplaced.”
How could I have misplaced my car?
So, let’s review: it was a Monday, at the end of January. The cold that I’d been incubating for 2 weeks had reached a crescendo of horror and I could no longer breath without making a sound sort of like blowing bubbles into your soda with a straw. I was feeling pretty darned heinous, so made a last minute appointment at my doctors, left work early, visited the MD, got diagnosed with walking pneumonia, and left with Px for antibiotics and a hefty codeine cough syrup. And then I went home and then I went to Walgreens.
Here’s where it starts to get a little fuzzy. Did I drive straight to Walgreens from the doctor’s office? Or did I drive home and walk to Walgreens? Did I fucking leave my car in the Walgreens parking lot?! Did I?! I have no idea!
What I do remember was that after waiting for 45 minutes in the Walgreens for my prescription, I begged the counter girl to please help me before I fell over from wooziness, she said it’d be ready in another 15 minutes and I said that I couldn’t wait, I had to leave. So I left. David went to pick them up for me a little bit later.
The address that I’ve been given for where the car was left is not the Walgreens parking lot, but it is definitely in the same neighborhood. I was told that the car was towed because it had been left somewhere residential – which doesn’t mean Walgreens parking lot.
But this story smacks of lunacy in the key of Maggie.
Nobody’s asking for the claim money back, so *now* this really is still the end of the story. Except that maybe it is the start of my descent into madness.
margaret edith 