|The Car in my Garage|
I came home last Wednesday, after a long day at work, and turned down my alley to my garage as usual. I immediately noticed that the garage door was down, which was odd, because I'd left it up. (There's nothing in there to steal!)
Imagine my surprise when I opened the door to find a white Honda Civic staring back at me.
This was not my car.
And I was pretty sure this car did not belong to any of the other people who live in apartment complex, or my neighborhood!
|The officer checking out the car|
Bless his heart, he stuck right by my side for an hour and a half as the policeman did his work and the problem was taken care of!
|Checking for fingerprints|
There was an officer on the scene within a few minutes.
|The officer was efficient and pleasant to us.|
|The Stolen Plates|
|The police truck in my alleyway|
|Rod and the car owner commiserating.|
One of my Whittier friends had his car stolen, too, fairly recently. It was returned two days after this incident in my garage.
All I can think of, is WHAT IS THIS WORLD COMING TO?. My neighborhood used to be a nice, quiet one. Now, it seems, we are always dealing with things like this.
On the bright side, neither car was stripped, and both were still driveable.
|The crime victim, checking out her car|
I'm so glad that this nice lady got her car back. I have to admit I just don't get why someone would do something like that. I am doubly puzzled over why they would stash the car in my garage!
Kinda creepy! You know what I mean?