I got my truck towed out of the ice patch it was stuck in, but a bit too late. Some one had already had their fun breaking the windows, mirrors, smashing in the door and stole my tail lights and umbrella. A friend told me today “when it rains it pours” I replied with “well then, can I borrow your umbrella? Mine got stolen.” My dad went with me armed with chocolate (how did he know I would need it) He was not happy. This was the first nice truck he bought, maybe ever. I bought it from him a year ago. I think it upset him as much as it did me to see it in such a way. Why would you do that to someone? Did they stop to think what my life is like? Who I am? How much this would cost me? How much I love my truck? I don’t understand? Good thing I detailed my truck last week.Oh yeah, can you loan me an umbrella? Looks like we may be in for bad weather for some time.
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