Okay so my memory isn’t what it used to be but it’s still there. Like I may not remember what I just ate like 20 minutes ago or what happened to me in the 6th grade but the in-between stuff I can remember. Like where I parked my car.
Y’all, someone stole my car! Yeah stole my vehicle from my place of residence. Uggh I was so pissed at the time. I’m over it now though. I mean compared to all the other shit that has been happening lately that’s the least of my problems. It can be replaced. The thing that pissed me off the most was that the police officer, and two detectives kept asking me if I just “misplaced” it or forgot where I parked… Are you kidding me? How can I just forget where I parked at an apartment building with assigned parking spots? This is not the mall or some outlet with a million entrances and exits. Do you not see the shattered glass where my car was and the parking spot assigned to me?
I truly hate when people talk down to me like that. Like I would forget where I parked and call the police at ‘O dark thirty and go through all of this trouble to file a claim with the insurance company and a police report simply because I forgot where my assigned parking spot is. Gtfoh and go do your job.
They did find my car almost a month later. Smashed and trashed. Apparently it was also used in some other robberies or whatever what have you. Not really my concern. Insurance will cut me a check and I’ll more than likely just buy something cheap but reliable and save the rest to move. I don’t know. I’m just so frustrated right now. Even just thinking about it as I type this up is bringing back memories and pissing me off again.