A Mean Trick

I was going to write about going out and voting between now and Tuesday. However, a thief or more made other plans.

I got off my commuter bus at a Vacaville park-and-ride parking lot and walked to my car. I was tired and thought, "Three days gone, two to go."

When I arrived at my car, there was no hood. That's right, no hood.

At first, I didn't think it was my car. But it was a red 1995 Honda Civic. My stuff was still in there. The Club anti-theft device was still on the steering wheel.

For a moment I stood there in shock. Then, I got in the car to see if it would start. Thank goodness, it did. Then I called the police to report the theft of my hood. Five minutes later, I drove home.

Also thank goodness it wasn't raining hard, otherwise I think my engine would have been damaged.

I have been on the phone the past two days with my auto insurance company about the theft. The earliest that a claims adjuster would be out to see my car is in six days. In the meantime, I have to rent a car, which I'm claiming for reimbursement with my insurance company.

Oh, if you buy auto insurance based on how much it costs, you know the adage: You get what you pay for.

I just hope to keep my car running for another two years until I can get another used Honda. As for the losers who stole my hood: Karma is a witch, and she will kick your butts, cackling as she does it!

Writing Diva