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Dude, Where’s My Car?
I had one of those stranger-than-fiction days today. This morning, as I walked out of my house, keys in hand, my car was not in its usual spot in the driveway. And it wasn’t in the garage, either. Apparently, some fly-by-night wrecker must’ve shown up some time in the early morning hours and furtively towed my car away. And no, before anyone asks, it wasn’t repossessed. It was stolen. No signs of forced entry or a break-in. No broken glass. No tire marks. It was taken, without my knowledge or permission, from my driveway and is now, more than likely,…
