Dude Where's My Car?

I'm about a month late with this post, mainly because every time I tried, I couldn't stop laughing long enough to write it. It didn't start out so funny, but for those who know my Sister-In-Law and her husband, it definitely is one of those things that could only happen to them.

A little background: In August, they moved from Vermillion to Thorton, CO (burb of Denver). From small town life to a large Metropolitan area can be quite the change. They got into a nice apartment complex with a garage and things seemed to be going well for them as Russell got his feet wet in Seminary and Dulci in her job. Then it happened, they became victims of big city "crime".

They both tend to take public transportation more than driving, which is a good thing in my eyes. However, on a Saturday morning, Russ couldn't find the remote control for the garage. They were convinced that he must have dropped it while carrying something into the house. Their best guess is that in happened on a Wednesday and now it's Saturday. Well, they get the landlord over and he opens the garage for them. THE CAR IS GONE!!!!!! STOLEN!!!! Okay, never mind the fact that their car is a 1994 Grand Prix with a ton of miles on it and the bikes in the garage are probably worth more than the car. They called the police and filed a report. Their best guess is that somebody found the remote for the garage, it opened and they stole the car.

The following Tuesday, three days after canvassing the area to see if they could find their stolen car, Russ was driving the minivan to catch the downtown bus. As he pulls into the parking lot to get on the bus, what does he see? A 1994 Grand Prix, right where he parked it to get on the bus the Wednesday before.

Most of our family pretty much doubled up with laughter. We went from the feeling of feeling sorry for them being the victims of big city crime to a feeling of "How could you NOT remember where you parked your car?". I've heard stories of having the stress of a big paper due from class and being rerouted because of a big sink hole on I-25 to just having too many things on their minds. At any rate, they have their car, and we have a lifetime of ammunition to give them a hard time about (we had plenty anyway).

Uncle Chuck, who lives in the same area, offered to buy them a Redneck GPS locater for them. What's that you ask? Tie a string on your finger and the other end on the car. It's good advice. They should heed it.