The Kid: "Mommy...someone stolded, our car?"
I have lived in Los Angeles my whole life. I have never
been mugged (I can't tell you how many people I know who have. Too many) I have never
been stabbed while shopping at the mall (my mom was, last year), and I have never
been punched in the face on the street (that happened to my co-worker, a girl).
Things that HAVE
happened to me? I HAVE
had a bum throw a cup full of soda at me. I HAVE
been hit by a car while walking across the street. And now, I HAVE
had my car stolen.
I kept standing there between the two cars, looking at the empty space and going, I know it's here...somewhere. I kept hoping that it was towed so that I'd have no one to blame but myself. No such luck. I am pretty diligent about reading all the signs before I park. I was surrounded by Beamers and Mercedes, but yes, go ahead and take my 7 year old Honda with the personalized plates and backseat full of kids stuff, cause you know I won't be needing that car seat to get my Kid home or nothing. Not only was the baby car seat in it, but my Kid's personalized backpack full of Thomas trains, the Baby's blanket, and oh yeah...HAHA T.O.O
. Bye monkey. We will miss you.
It was also the coldest day in the history of the known universe
, and the Kid and I both have freezer burn on our faces and hands from standing outside. And oh yeah, did I mention the old lady, O.G.
was with us too? Yeah. Great. We were all at a restaurant for a wedding shower. So here I am with an 86 year old lady and the Kid, standing on the street in the freezing cold with no car. Thanks thieves, you guys are the best.
I know those things are replaceable. Yes, I know things could have been worse. But it's very hard to not feel angry and violated when your CHILDREN'S stuff is gone.
The Kid told me tonight, "Mommy? I think a stranger took HaHa T.O.O
. I miss him."
That...made me cry.