QOTD: Missing in Action?
A phone that could only have been lost through the intervention of some kind of malevolent, omnipotent force leads us to today’s question. We’re not concerned with missing cellular devices, of course, no matter how much this author now loathes O’Hare airport — no, there’s a good chance many of you have had the same thing occur with a prized, or perhaps not so prized vehicle.
Which of you have known the pain of seeing your vehicle on the side of a milk carton?
We’ll broaden this question to include all types of disappearances. Anything that inspired sweat beads and heart palpitations, regardless of how long or short the duration, applies. Perhaps your vehicle was spirited away by slim jim-wielding thieves or, if the car in question was a 1980s FWD Chrysler, screwdriver-wielding thieves.
Maybe you parked in the wrong spot and ended up searching the impound lot in a dishevelled state, or perhaps the repo man finally caught up to you. As we saw on Seinfeld, one’s own faulty memory, combined with the soulless, concrete expanse of the modern parking garage, can lead to frustration and unplanned exercise. Badge engineering could easily aggravate the situation, leading to false hope and dead ends. (“Damn, it’s just a LeSabre … or is that a Ninety Eight?”)
How ’bout it, B&B? Did you ever lose (one of) your most precious possessions this way, or is there an even wilder story you’d like to tell us?
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