To Whomever chose to key my car yesterday:
Did you think you were screwing the "rich bitch" with the pristine Prius? Did you think that you were bringing me down a level? Or did you just think it was funny to damage the last nice thing I owned?
Do you know that my baby's crib was bought on severe discount and the bedding was an ebay purchase that barely held together through one wash? Do you know that most of his clothes will be hand-me-downs and that we keep a list of "necessity" baby items that are the only things we can buy? Did you know that I no longer get my hair done regularly and I've borrowed many maternity clothes? Did you know that every last dime that we have is poured into trying to keep us financially stable and find my husband a vocation in these times of nothingness?
Do you know that the car is parked because we can't afford to insure it beyond the basic package? Do you realize that I had to refinance it and now it has to sit there for years so that the warranty doesn't run out before it's paid off? Did you realize that sometimes, the only thing that helped me to walk through this time of financial frustration was to run my hand along that beautiful exterior and remember that all sacrifice has purpose and that there once were times of pretty things and plenty?
Probably not. I wouldn't expect anyone to know that. You probably didn't care, either. You just had a key and I had a beautiful Prius.
Thanks for ruining that for me.
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So, sooo maddening! We came back from vacation this summer to find our car had been stolen from our condo. When the police finally found it, the thieves had burned up the clutch, stolen Justin's stereo, and tossed/stolen the car seat. They didn't even bother to clean their trash out of the car, AND there was a video rental receipt with someone's name AND phone number on it in the car. Do you think the police even bothered to follow up on that lead?? No! We were tempted to get our baseball bats out and go make a house visit on our own. The irony of it is, you know if a good girl like me so much as decided to shoplift a candy bar from the store, I would get caught. Yet vandals can do whatever the H@#$ they want to do without any repercussions.
That sucks so bad.
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