Well F. (Sorry Carol)
Last night I went up $40 in poker, as Dave is getting ready to leave, I walk out with him and Reese on the porch of my building, and I see a car that looks an awful lot like my own back into the alley from it's spot on the street. Dave says to me "Hey, I think someone is stealing your car." I jokingly say, "yeah". Then realize... hey... it's true!
Someone is stealing my car. F.
So Dave runs to his car with Reese to try and chase them down and see if they can catch him/them/her, while I run up to the front desk and call 911.
I gave them a description of my car, and they said that a cop would be there shortly to talk to me.
After a few minutes, a Chicago Police car pulled up and I went over to talk to him. Dave came back then, without any luck, and we both sadly got into the back of the police car. I answered all his questions, the cop, not Dave, and he filled out a report and I signed it.
I asked him the chances of me getting my car back and he said that it would probably show up sometime in the next week or so ditched some place. Not too comforting.
I know my car was crappy, but it was like my little baby. I took care of it, I fed it, I washed it, I fixed all its broken parts...
Jeeze...
Well, I'll ride out the next few days, but if nothing shows up, I'll count it a loss and just go car shopping.
I thought you all would like a good story today.

What's that? I hear something...
Mike Egan's driving woes.... yeah... maybe I should just ride my bike...

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