yet another reason to ride your bike!

Last night I went out for Thai food with a friend and when we came back to where we'd parked his mom's Cadillac, it wasn't there. We called the police and waited in helpless disbelief for over 2 hours. I mean, what do you do when your car isn't there and it's not registering at any of the impound lots? You can't look to see if maybe you left it under that car up there instead of where you actually parked it...you can't look to see if maybe it had rolled away a little bit. I looked up at the big tree we'd parked under, but it just doesn't work that way. And of course we couldn't even get wasted while we're waiting 'cuz we don't know when the cops are going to show up...all we could do was just wait there, on the corner of Park Ave and Edgerton.

The cop finally gets there and runs the plate through the system twice for us, though we'd called multiple times while waiting, checking the impound lots. He says, "There is no way your car got stolen here." Even if we weren't in the particular neighborhood we were in - the street was well-lit, there were people out walking dogs at 11 PM - no one would get very far in a stolen Cadillac. The alarm would've gone off and we were all of 2 blocks away! So no, it just didn't make any sense.

Our cop goes, "Not that I don't believe you, but I'm just gonna check the streets around the area to make sure you're on the right one."

And wouldn't you know. His mom's shiny purple '06 Cadillac was one street West of us the whole time.

I can't say I've ever felt like that much of a dumbass, nor that I've ever been so happy to have been such a dumbass.