Anxiously Awaiting

I drove my car to the TSRB yesterday so that I could study for my first final and be connected to the world via this wonderful thing called the Intarweb. I parked it in the usual spot on 8th street. Although it’s decently shady I have parked there for a whole semester without any troubles — largely due to the fact that no one really wants a 91′ Ford Mustang that has logged over 170,000 miles, and I don’t keep anything valuable inside it. Many people, including the occasional remote controlled Porsche, have parked on that street all day with no problems whatsoever. My roomate and I left the TSRB at around 11:00pm and walked to my car to be greeted with a wonderful surprise. Apparently a not too bright thief had attempted to steal my car. The passenger side key hole for the lock had been mangled by a screwdriver and my ignition switch spun like a top when I tried to crank it. I called the cops and filed a police report, and then had the officer call a tow truck for me because there was no way I could start my car with the switch destroyed.

To my advantage, this thief wasn’t very good at boosting cars — but they still did a number on my door lock and broke the ignition switch. I’m stranded in Atlanta until I can figure out how to fix the ignition or get the car cranked so I can take it home so Dad can fix it. What an amazing beginning of finals week.