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And now a public update...
Feb. 3rd, 2006 12:56 amI posted this already in various Friends Only posts, but now I'll release it for slightly more public eyes...
I headwaited last night at CiP and finished roughly an hour after close. I left the building at about 12:10ish and walked out with Jeff, one of the bussers, to my car (we're not supposed to walk out alone, and unless it's the middle of the afternoon I don't)...only my car wasn't quite where I had left it. I did a lap around the building just to make sure I hadn't lost my mind and actually parked it somewhere else (though I knew I hadn't because I always park it in either the second or third row of spots, and never near the dumpsters or any of those other edge spaces, unless I'm in to clean or on a day off). I called Dan to ask him if, for some bizarre reason, he had borrowed my car while I was working. When he said no I told him my car had vanished, so I was going to need him to come pick me up. The manager and I were completely puzzled over wtf had happened to my poor old car (it's a '91 Buick and not in the best visual condition), and were attempting to find a number to contact the police (I think John finally just called 911...the phone book makes it impossible to locate any police numbers :-P) when Dan showed up. I was just completely boggled over the whole situation. I already hadn't had the most wonderful of weeks (not terrible, but not so hot, either...just trying to get back into the normal routines after OKC and not actually serving for nearly three weeks), and I was convinced that the situation was so weird that I had to have been dreaming or something. I had my keys, my spares were on my desk at home, and there was no sign of broken glass around where I had been parked.
The police officer showed up and took the description of my vehicle and asked me a bunch of random questions (well...not random, but various questions pertaining to when I'd last seen it, possible people that might have had access to it, etc.) and Dan and I went home (as John was playing manager and trying to lure the officer to eat at our restaurant with a free Mini 6-pack app card...rofl) wondering if we were both dreaming or something. I woke up this morning, took Dan's car to work at Bennigan's and home, Dan left for Jackson for the weekend, and I took a long nap. Shortly after 7pm I received a call from the sheriff's department saying that they had recovered my car and that it had been used in a bank robbery at around 5pm this evening. He also mentioned that they didn't want to turn it off because they didn't know if they'd be able to turn it back on if they did. I got off of the phone and started laughing hysterically over the situation. They sent a police officer to come pick me up (my first ride in the back of a police car...rofl I have a tendency to just flop onto surfaces I'm going to sit on, and flopping onto the hard plastic of the back seat of a police car isn't exactly the best idea...but I didn't realize it was hard plastic at the time), and they took me to the parking lot of a set of businesses down Stadium, apparently around the corner from the bank the robbery happened at. The officers had me search through my car to make sure nothing seemed to be missing and that there wasn't anything there that shouldn't have been.
I got the car home not sure if I'd be able to turn it off once I got here. I put the key in to see if I could turn it at all, and I really couldn't (I don't know if they jammed it, or if it was just because the car was running, or something else entirely). I took it out and put it back in, and the car stopped. I'm not sure if it stalled out, or if the key in the ignition interfered with the wiring, or what, but it stopped. Now my car is sitting in its spot waiting for my dad to come visit and see if he can fix it.
I've had the most bizarre past 25 hours ever.
So, in conclusion, my car is so much cooler than yours now ;-)
I headwaited last night at CiP and finished roughly an hour after close. I left the building at about 12:10ish and walked out with Jeff, one of the bussers, to my car (we're not supposed to walk out alone, and unless it's the middle of the afternoon I don't)...only my car wasn't quite where I had left it. I did a lap around the building just to make sure I hadn't lost my mind and actually parked it somewhere else (though I knew I hadn't because I always park it in either the second or third row of spots, and never near the dumpsters or any of those other edge spaces, unless I'm in to clean or on a day off). I called Dan to ask him if, for some bizarre reason, he had borrowed my car while I was working. When he said no I told him my car had vanished, so I was going to need him to come pick me up. The manager and I were completely puzzled over wtf had happened to my poor old car (it's a '91 Buick and not in the best visual condition), and were attempting to find a number to contact the police (I think John finally just called 911...the phone book makes it impossible to locate any police numbers :-P) when Dan showed up. I was just completely boggled over the whole situation. I already hadn't had the most wonderful of weeks (not terrible, but not so hot, either...just trying to get back into the normal routines after OKC and not actually serving for nearly three weeks), and I was convinced that the situation was so weird that I had to have been dreaming or something. I had my keys, my spares were on my desk at home, and there was no sign of broken glass around where I had been parked.
The police officer showed up and took the description of my vehicle and asked me a bunch of random questions (well...not random, but various questions pertaining to when I'd last seen it, possible people that might have had access to it, etc.) and Dan and I went home (as John was playing manager and trying to lure the officer to eat at our restaurant with a free Mini 6-pack app card...rofl) wondering if we were both dreaming or something. I woke up this morning, took Dan's car to work at Bennigan's and home, Dan left for Jackson for the weekend, and I took a long nap. Shortly after 7pm I received a call from the sheriff's department saying that they had recovered my car and that it had been used in a bank robbery at around 5pm this evening. He also mentioned that they didn't want to turn it off because they didn't know if they'd be able to turn it back on if they did. I got off of the phone and started laughing hysterically over the situation. They sent a police officer to come pick me up (my first ride in the back of a police car...rofl I have a tendency to just flop onto surfaces I'm going to sit on, and flopping onto the hard plastic of the back seat of a police car isn't exactly the best idea...but I didn't realize it was hard plastic at the time), and they took me to the parking lot of a set of businesses down Stadium, apparently around the corner from the bank the robbery happened at. The officers had me search through my car to make sure nothing seemed to be missing and that there wasn't anything there that shouldn't have been.
I got the car home not sure if I'd be able to turn it off once I got here. I put the key in to see if I could turn it at all, and I really couldn't (I don't know if they jammed it, or if it was just because the car was running, or something else entirely). I took it out and put it back in, and the car stopped. I'm not sure if it stalled out, or if the key in the ignition interfered with the wiring, or what, but it stopped. Now my car is sitting in its spot waiting for my dad to come visit and see if he can fix it.
I've had the most bizarre past 25 hours ever.
So, in conclusion, my car is so much cooler than yours now ;-)
