My car was stolen from Tesco yesterday afternoon! Right smack in the middle of a busy parking bay and it was stolen. And it wasn't even a new car to begin with. Why would anyone want to steal an old beat up car and cause me heartache, I really cannot understand.
Yesterday, after picking up the boys from Sunday school, we went to Tesco to do our usual grocery shopping. As usual, we park in the outdoor parking bays which is pretty busy with shoppers walking to and fro their cars. Sometimes it's so busy you can hardly find any parking space.
We go in and complete our shopping and when we're done, we push the trolley towards where we last parked the car. We couldn't seem to locate it and at first I wasn't too alarmed cos I do sometimes get the parking bays wrong. But then after stopping and looking around, I come to realize that my car really is missing!
I'm stunned, wifey is speechless and the boys were a little worried. I tell them to scour the car park just in case we all really forgot we we parked but after a few minutes, the reality of it sunk in. My car was stolen, no doubts about it. I stood there and felt like crying, seriously.
I've read so many articles and stories about people having their car stolen and never in a million years thought it would happen to me. wifey even lost her cell phone which she accidentally left in the car without even knowing about it. We only found out she lost her cell when I was trying to call a taxi to take us home.
There was nothing really valuable in the car. In fact, if you looked at my car, you'd probably think twice about wanting to steal it. It's an old car and it served me but to think that someone would want to steal it is beyond imagination.
We also lost quite a bit of groceries that was in the booth (from when we shopped earlier at another hypermarket) and our Ikea couch cover which we were supposed to send for laundry. We just bought a new cover a few days back and was supposed to send this one to the laundry and now it's all gone, the car included.
After getting wifey and the boys home with a cab, I called my best buddy and he rushed over to fetch me and make a police report even though he was out shopping with his wife and little boy. And he was even kind enough to lend me his other car while I figure out how to get another car for myself, which right now is going to be a main concern for me.
And the thing is I HAVE to get myself another car cos for me, if I don't have a car, I don't earn money. I depend on my car a lot for client servicing and now that I'm working from home for myself, I really need a car. I don't think the cops would be able to help much and I don't expect to see my car ever again.
I seriously don't know how I feel right now. I'm sad, disheartened, angry, stunned, worried, broken down, hurting. All those feelings are running around in my head at the moment. Why me? I'm not someone who can afford to loose a car. Why me? What have I done so bad to deserve such a fate? Why me? Does somebody hate me that bad for something like this to happen?
I hope whoever it was that stole my car, you're happy with yourself. I hope you get due justice one of these days and I hope you suffer in horrible pain when justice finally catches up with you and it will, you mark my words. I always believe that what goes around comes around and you will receive your judgment, either here on earth or when you meet your maker.
Life can really suck at times!