Once my car was stolen right out of my garage. I am always misplacing things and I thought I had misplaced the car.

When I went to the garage to get the car for a trip to the grocery store, it was gone. I thought, Dang, I've misplaced the car. Did I park that thing outside the garage? I opened the garage door. No car.

I thought, Did I park it down the lane? I walked outside and looked down the lane. No car.

I thought, Did I ride home with someone else last night?
But I was pretty sure I didn't go anywhere.

The last thing I could possibly think was that my car had been stolen. I called the police with the disclaimer that maybe I had just misplaced the car. The dispatcher thought I was crazy, but the middle aged guy who came out said he understood. He said he was always misplacing things.

Sure enough they located my car abandonned in a parking lot downtown. It seems a friend's addicted son had broken into the garage and stolen the car and planned to trade it for drugs.

I thought it had gone where all my other misplaced stuff hides. I guess if the police hadn't found it, I would still be looking under stuff.

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