The whole story is funny, actually. Megan, a dispatcher in San Leandro and old pal, heard the plate her coworker was running and thought, Oh, that has to be Rachael. (YARNAGO) So she emailed me and called me and told me to get over to San Leandro because the car looked drivable.
I met the officer there. The suspect had parked it in a random stall (the person who normally parked there called to complain her spot was occupied). They'd forced the lock and tumblers, so the car had been left with the radio on, so the battery was dead, but that just took a jump. I managed to re-tumble the tumblers (I know that's not right but that's what it felt like) so instead of just being able to fit the tip of my key in, it all went all the way in, and the ignition now appears fine.
Funniest part? Oh, there are so many.
1. There is more gas in it than I left.
2. They only changed one radio preset. They didn't appreciate NPR, I guess.
3. They only stole my parking change.
4. They left behind:
a. A really nice Humvee brand pair of binoculars.
b. Thirty Watchtower magazines
c. A Blackberry car charger (WHICH I
HAVE BEEN NEEDING! Dude!)
d. Nice iPod headphones (although until I
douse with rubbing alcohol, I am too
skeeved out to use)
And everything that I normally leave in the car is still there, those little things that don't matter much but you miss when they're gone: My only pair of sunglasses, the throwing thing that tosses Clara's tennis balls, my Thomas guide (archaic now that we have google maps on our phones but I still love mine), my pens, my lip balm.
I am so relieved. It was only worth about $2,000, and I knew we weren't going to be able to find anything reliable for that price.
(Also: 30 Watchtowers? WTF?)
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