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Mar. 11th, 2011 08:26 amOnce is happenstance, twice is coincidence...
Yesterday, I was woken up at 6:50 a.m. by the phone. It was a police officer asking if I owned a 1989 Mazda. Except that I had just woken up, so all I gathered was "1989 Mazda blah blah blah" the first time around. He started to tell me something about it, and I stopped him, and told him I had owned that car, but I'd sold it the day before. He continued, telling me it was illegally parked, and furthermore, the license plates front and back didn't match. I explained that a) I'd sold the car, so I no longer owned it, and b) I hadn't been able to remove the old front plate, but it was in the car. He asked who did own the car, and waited while I hunted up the title receipt. I gave him the contact information for the guy who bought the car, and we rang off.
Today, the doorbell rang shortly after 7 a.m. I grabbed a robe and went to the door, where I saw a guy walking away. I called to him, and he asked if the white Ford Focus in front of the house was mine. I said it wasn't. He was holding a sheet of paper with (I presume) contact information on it, saying he'd hit the car, not badly, but some damage, and I told him to leave it with the car. When
arkuat came upstairs, I told him about it. Turned out it was a car he'd rented for the weekend. And the jerk hadn't left the contact information after all.
That's two mornings in a row with problems involving cars I don't own. You'd think I had some sort of history, say perhaps with people burning down garages I don't own...
Yesterday, I was woken up at 6:50 a.m. by the phone. It was a police officer asking if I owned a 1989 Mazda. Except that I had just woken up, so all I gathered was "1989 Mazda blah blah blah" the first time around. He started to tell me something about it, and I stopped him, and told him I had owned that car, but I'd sold it the day before. He continued, telling me it was illegally parked, and furthermore, the license plates front and back didn't match. I explained that a) I'd sold the car, so I no longer owned it, and b) I hadn't been able to remove the old front plate, but it was in the car. He asked who did own the car, and waited while I hunted up the title receipt. I gave him the contact information for the guy who bought the car, and we rang off.
Today, the doorbell rang shortly after 7 a.m. I grabbed a robe and went to the door, where I saw a guy walking away. I called to him, and he asked if the white Ford Focus in front of the house was mine. I said it wasn't. He was holding a sheet of paper with (I presume) contact information on it, saying he'd hit the car, not badly, but some damage, and I told him to leave it with the car. When
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That's two mornings in a row with problems involving cars I don't own. You'd think I had some sort of history, say perhaps with people burning down garages I don't own...