Monday in eight parts

I will always remember

the day my car was stolen.

ii.

I immediately notified

the authorities and

filed a report. But they

told me not to hold out

too much hope for having

it found.

iii. 

The following week

the police called me.

They said that they

had located my vehicle,

but, — Bad News:

my car had been completely

stripped for parts.

iv.

“OK,” I said. “I’ll come by and pick it up.”

v.

The policeman replied,

“That’s OK, we’ll just mail it to you.”

vi.

A week later,

I rec’d an envelope in

the mail from the police.

vii.

Inside the envelope was

my windshield wiper blade.

viii.

Under-neath the blade was a ticket.

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15 thoughts on “Monday in eight parts

  1. Something similar happened to me in my late teens/early twenties. One morning I found my car missing from where I’d parked it the night before on a side street (no garage). After reporting it to the police, a cop called an hour or two later to say they’d found my car. When I asked where, the cop said on the nearby main street in a ‘no parking’ zone, adding “Are you sure you didn’t park it there, and report it stolen to avoid a parking ticket?” Needless to add, I lost a bit of respect for the police on that day.

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