It all began on December 27th, 2018, and as of January 16, 2019, the traumatic experience of having my car stolen by gunpoint to getting my car back has been complete. Minus the lingering mental trauma, that is.
I got a call from my insurance adjuster early in the day informing me that my car was finally going to be released from impound that day. The detective and whomever processes vehicles for the police department were there and the processing had begun. What they actually did, (dusting for prints maybe) I don’t know.
After I received the call; however, I found myself growing even more anxious as the day rolled on. What was the inside of my car going to look like? Is it damaged? Did they leave any of my stuff? Are they somehow tracking my car? I just didn’t know.
Steve had to work both of his jobs that day so at 9:15pm we drove to the impound lot. One thing that we found out that bothered me was that they actually found my car on the 28th, less than a day after it was stolen. They didn’t inform me until the 2nd of January. Ultimately, I’m happy that my car was found, but if I could have been saved almost a week of stress on top of everything else, yeah… that would have been nice.
I signed all of the paper work, and thankfully as promised, the $1400 worth of charges were waved and we ended up not paying a dime.
I rode in a golf cart with the impound rep and Steve waited for me outside of the lot. It was night and the clouds were low. It was eerily quiet and as soon as my car was in view, all of the panic from the night came rushing back.
I walked up to the driver side and ran my fingers over the impound sticker on my windshield. I wondered how long it would take the stickiness to go away. I looked inside my vehicle. The door were unlocked. There was a surprising amount of things in view that weren’t my own.
They took all of the contents of my glove box which included everything except for the title (I keep that bad boy at home). They took all of the CD’s I’ve purchased in the past five or seven years. It was mostly Taylor Swift, Ed Sheeran, Adele, and Sarah Bareilles. They took an emergency roadside kit that I’m pretty sure was only $20. They also took Steve’s gym bag.
What they left of mine: car charger, generic mio, Pizza hut supplies, jumper cables, and 2 umbrellas.
What they left that I can only assume they stole from others: Longboard skateboard, ihome charger, random blue ipod-esque charger, blue FANTA in a black garbage bag, glittery female head band, gold sequenced handbag with brand new make up in it, first aid kit, and a really cool national geographic messenger bag.
We bagged up everything that wasn’t ours and left it at the impound lot for the detective.
Overall, I think we really lucked out. One of the biggest blessings was that when they left our car, the left the keys in it. Because the police took 20 days to process it, all of our fees were waved. This was my first claim against my car insurance. They paid for my rental. I hardly used it and only had to put $15 in the gas tank the entire time we had it.
The big question is: Now that I have my car back, am I going to go back to working for Pizza Hut. The short answer is no; however, I will be working daytime hours only on Super Bowl Sunday to help out. I do miss my boss and my coworkers. It will be nice seeing them. We will see how my nerves handle things. In a few weeks I’ll have 20 hours of OT a week and that will more than make up for my work at the pizza place.
I am thankful that our car has been returned virtually undamaged. I know that with some times my emotions will settle into normalcy. Now is the time to continue moving forward. I will not live in fear. I will not let a bad situation ruin my life.