[mattdavis11]

Actually, it all began Saturday 9/15, last week. I was doing what needed to be done to our vehicles, nothing major, oil change, air filter, tires, etc... I back her MDX off the ramps about 8pm, just tad bit of light out. Put the ramps in the backyard, wash my hands, go outside 2 steps. "Honey, call the police". Dammit! Her car is gone. My fault, left it running in front of the house maybe 2 minutes, that's all it took.

I can't recall what was said between she and I, but it wasn't nice, from either side. We chill out, knowing it could have been worse. The police take the report an hour later, and leave our home. Seems like routine stuff, but it wasn't to me. Soon after the local pd left, I also call the county to make sure they have the report too, they did. Then it all soaks it in. Depression, anger, hope, solitude. They wanted the car, no one was hurt, and that's the best that can come of it. It was, for 5 days.

Sunday was awful. Outside of notifying the insurance company, it was nothing but the guilty feeling of being really stupid. Allowing it to happen, is a damned hard pill to swallow. We've probably all done it, and probably not, especially with her car. I'm ****ed, her pride and joy is gone.

Monday afternoon she gets a call, the car has been recovered, and is impounded. The sheriffs department recovered it in the city, 12 hours after being stolen, in an apartment complex. The county mountie had license plate scanner.

We retrieve it Tuesday. Damage to the front, but not much. The thief/thieves rifled through the car, but didn't throw much out, if anything. The cd's were ejected, left on the floor, the owners manual was still in the car, but not in the glove box, that would have been a clowns mask.

I need a beer, more later.