Wow! A very weird thing happened to me this weekend! I had to run to the mall and ended up parking pretty far out from the entrance. I couldn’t have been in the stores more than maybe an hour because the sciatica in my leg has left it a little weak and I haven’t been able to bring it back to normal yet, so it was aching a bit.
Anyway, I carried my packages out and put them in the back hatch and got in. The minute I sat down, I sensed something was wrong. And then I saw it – the radio was missing! OMG! And then as I looked around, I noticed that the steering wheel, the brake pedal and accelerator pedals were gone as well! What kind of guys had done this? A traveling hock shop? I looked around to see if anyone was watching but saw nothing suspicious.
I don’t know how long I sat there in shock before I realized that I needed to call 911. While I waited for the police, I began to realize what a hassle this was going to be. I mean, I would have to have to car towed and then rent a car while it was repaired. I would have to deal with the insurance company. It was just the kind of stress I don’t need right now.
About twenty minutes later, a policeman tapped on my window. I rolled it down, and before he could say anything, I blurted out my whole story, illustrating all the things I was missing.
When I finished, the officer, who seemed very unaffected by the whole thing, said, “Ma’am, I don’t know how to tell you this…”
“Tell me what?” I asked, wondering how things could get any worse.
“Well, you see,” he said, “you’re sitting in the back seat!”
(Okay, okay, stop groaning! You know if I had run this on April 1st, you would have seen it coming a mile away.)




































