So around 7:00 last night I drove to town, parked my car on the side of the street, and met up with some friends to go barhopping. We barhopped till around 2:15, and then the party broke up. Now, as I was walking away from our final destination, I realized that I didn't have my car keys. Not that I intended to drive anyway, but the disappearance of my keys struck me as strange and annoying. I figured I'd have to go by the various bars tomorrow and hunt for 'em, and it'd be a huge pain in the ass. Anyway, I found a taxi and rode home.

When I got home I had no keys, and my roommate was asleep and had his phone off, so I had to figure out some way to get inside. Our apartment is on the second floor and the sliding door to the balcony is never locked, so what I eventually ended up doing was finding a trash can, setting it under my balcony, grabbing the railing and then pulling myself up, Prince of Persia style. I'm a pretty big motherfucker and was borderline shit-faced, so this wasn't easy. But it felt damn good to collapse on my balcony; I just lay there for a minute or two before I went inside. That has nothing to do with the main story, but it was interesting.

Anyway, today I woke up and asked my roomie to drive me out to get my car. We got to where I had parked, and the car wasn't there. I was absolutely sure where I had left it, so the possibilities were A. I had given my keys to a friend and given them permission to drive the car somewhere, and then totally forgotten about it or B. somebody had found my keys at the bar, tried them in various cars, and was lucky/persistent enough to find the car they fit to, and driven it away.

So I called the police, and told 'em what had happened. They suggested I call the people I'd been hanging out with, to make sure alternative A. hadn't happened; I did so, and everyone I talked to was quite as mystified as I was. So I hung around the apartment all day today, hung over and miserable, and about two hours ago I got a call. The cops had found my car.

It was in a parking garage on the other side of town, locked. My CDs were still in there, as was all my soccer shit. There was no sign of my keys, but everything else was there. I had a spare key, so I opened the door and tried to start it, and it worked fine. I thanked the cop and shook his hand, then drove home, addressing my car as one might address a pet that has run away and just returned.

So what apparently happened is that somebody at the bar found my keys, had the incredible perseverance to try them in various cars until he discovered that they fit a 1993 Toyota Camry, driven that Toyota Camry about three miles, locked it and walked away. I find this to be most , but I'm not complaining.

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5/9/2009 8:58:39 PM

:boring:

5/9/2009 9:02:25 PM

CLIFFNOTES:

parked car

got drunk

lost keys

car stolen

cops

car found

pizza party

5/9/2009 9:03:05 PM

now you gotta get new locks on everything.


enjoy!

5/9/2009 9:13:26 PM

whoever stole ur car is gonna be pretty mad when they find it's not where they left it

5/9/2009 9:16:07 PM

whoever stole ur car is gonna be pretty mad when they find it's not where they left it

5/9/2009 9:18:32 PM

DAMN RIGHT HE IS I'M PISSED

5/9/2009 9:19:21 PM

how do you know you didn't just park it there first, get drunk and forgetttttt??

5/9/2009 9:22:49 PM

you should fuck around and park it where he left it every few days

5/9/2009 9:30:01 PM

^ oh hell yes

5/9/2009 9:35:50 PM

^^^lol please

5/9/2009 9:36:41 PM

shit motherfucker, you had a pizza party and didnt invite me?

5/9/2009 9:43:17 PM

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"parked my car on the side of the street, "

stoppred reading after this. Thanks for the notes wawebste

5/9/2009 9:45:13 PM

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"now you gotta get new locks on everything. "

I know this is chit chat, but heed this advice.

If they had your keys and your car, that means they also know your home address (if it was correct on the registration, or any other paperwork you had in the car).

You need to change the locks at your apartment, your car, etc...

5/9/2009 10:11:20 PM

pizza pizza

5/9/2009 10:20:00 PM

^^ motherfucker said heed

5/9/2009 10:44:12 PM

HEED!

5/9/2009 10:50:57 PM

it was one of the folks you were bar hopping with

fo sho

5/9/2009 10:51:24 PM

Beat me to it - he'll definitely get your car another day if you don't change your shit.

5/9/2009 10:54:10 PM

You didn't really consider possibility C:

You accidentally left your keys by someone who was as fucked up as you were. He picks up your keys thinking they're his and staggers around sticking them in cars because he's so drunk he can't even tell what car is his. Eventually he finds a lock that fits "his" key* and drives it home drunk as fuck. He's probably still passed out at his place.

* Alternatively he actually passed out and one of his friends who doesn't know what his car looks like uses the keys they found with him, tries it in a bunch of cars ti he finds the right one and drive him home.

5/9/2009 11:17:51 PM

Dude, where's my car?

5/9/2009 11:19:04 PM

5/9/2009 11:22:37 PM

Quote :

"I know this is chit chat, but heed this advice. If they had your keys and your car, that means they also know your home address (if it was correct on the registration, or any other paperwork you had in the car). You need to change the locks at your apartment, your car, etc..."

That sux, I don't want to do all that guess I have to, though. What really sucks is that I had keys to my office in the Math Building, and a general Math Department key, so I have to go tell the powers-that-be that I lost my keys and then let them take whatever action they see fit. The keys are not specifically identified as math department keys, however, so maybe they won't feel it necessary to change the locks.

This thread sucked, incidentally; I didn't do a very good job on the writing. I have chopped off my left ring-toe as a richly-merited punishment.

5/9/2009 11:39:14 PM

HOW DO I STOLED CAR?

5/9/2009 11:39:47 PM