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The Car Thief – a True Story


“The car sure is nicer to drive than my truck.” I relaxed into the velour seat back. “It’s like a luxury limousine.”

My mother-in-law smiled. “Harris loves his car. Keeps it in good condition.”

“He’s a real car buff, isn’t he?”

“Oh, yes. Always has been. Ever since we were married, sixty-six years ago,” Myrtle said. “He’s very fussy about his cars.”

“I’m surprised he let me drive it. But I guess he wants you to be comfortable .”

“That’s right. Now don’t take this the wrong way, but Harris thinks ladies shouldn’t have to ride in trucks, and I know you don’t have a choice.  But it is a long drive to Nanaimo and he thought we’d enjoy it more if we took his car.”

“It’s a treat to drive a car for a change. Feels like we’re floating along in a dream.” I was pleased that Harris trusted me to drive it. He had it all shined up on the outside and vacuumed inside. “You wouldn’t know it was ten years old. You still see lots of them around but not many in good shape like this one. It’s like a brand new car.”

“He spent hours on it yesterday,” Myrtle said.

“It’s our lucky day. Parking spot right by the door. Doesn’t look too busy yet either,” I said as I looked through the large plate glass window of our favorite bakery.

Lunch was delicious as always, and half an hour later, we came out of the bakery loaded down with bags of rye bread and buns.

“Hope I can still fit into some clothes after that lunch. Where would you like to shop first, Myrtle?”

“You lead the way. You always find good quality places to shop.”

“Hang on a sec,” I said. “Here. Can you hold the bread while I get the door for you?”  I fished Harris’s keys out of my purse. “I know one of these is for unlocking and the other is for starting the car,” I mumbled to myself as I fit one of the keys into the lock.

The door wouldn’t open. Myrtle stood by the car waiting patiently.

“Must be the other key. Don’t worry. I’ll have it open in a sec.” I flipped the keychain around and tried the second key. It too, was sticky going into the lock. “Maybe I had it upside down.” I turned it and again jiggled it in the lock. No luck. “That’s funny.…”

“Anneli. What does that man want?” Myrtle pointed at the bakery window.

A middle-aged man inside the bakery was leaning over the bench seat, banging on the window with the palm of his hand.

“I don’t know but he looks mad at us.  Why’s he pointing at the car?” I looked up at him with a puzzled frown.

“Now he’s pointing at himself.”

I looked at Harris’s keys, then at the angry man at the window. He was still pointing at the car and at himself. I turned to look at Myrtle and that’s when I saw it. Parked next to the vehicle I was trying to enter—Harris’s car.


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33 thoughts on “The Car Thief – a True Story

  1. LOL! I had a similiar experience, except I actually got into the other car. When I practically fell back in the seat, I couldn’t figure out who had adjusted my chair. My skin was crawling thinking someone had been inside of my car. I fiddled with the lever and peered around. It was then I spied a pack of cigarettes resting on the console. I don’t smoke! I jumped from the car and looked around. Three cars up, I spotted my car. Since this all happened at our police station parking deck, I always wondered if it was caught on camera. Hopefully, I won’t end up on a blopper show.

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  2. Yikes! That reminds me of the time I tried to unlock the door of an apartment I lived in. When the key wouldn’t turn, I checked the door number and discovered I was on the wrong floor 😟

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  3. Perhaps you were on a sugar overload from the bakery! That’s hilarious and embarrassing too! I am sure your mother-in-law told the story many, many times. Ha ha ha.

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  4. Yeah, I’ve done that, too. It’s a lot funnier hearing you tell it.

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  5. Hahaha! Yup, I’ve done that too. 🙂

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  6. Don´t worry. Such things happen to most of us. Was fun reading!

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  7. I’ve done that! Lol. I usually realize the mistake when I look in the car’s window and see how neat and tidy the interior is. Great story.

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  8. Ha-Ha! An embarrassing situation! 🙂

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  9. Haha ,enjoyed it thoroughly.I am wondering how common this is reading all above similar kind of experiences .I myself tried to open the trunk once to put the groceries .Besides that how lost we are sometimes and how we only see the image that we already have in our minds.Thank you for sharing ,you expressed it beautifully .

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    • I presume you meant the trunk of someone else’s car? Haha. That would be embarrassing if the owner came along just then. But it’s as you said, so many of us have done this kind of thing. I was really glad to know I wasn’t the only one.

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  10. I had the same thing happen to me years ago. Great story, Anneli.

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  12. Funny story! Many times our own experiences lead to the best writings. I am reminded of the time when I parked in a totally different place at a very familiar and often-visited mall. I headed to my car (where I would usually park). I really thought the car had been stolen.

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