“When I pulled up behind that car and saw my tag, I almost jumped through the roof,” Larry Burgess said. “I said ‘Oh my god, that’s my car! That’s the stolen car!’”
Burgess was shopping at Publix on Ridgewood Avenue on Oct. 7 when he mistakenly set his car keys down on the customer service counter before moving to another register.
It sure is strange. I am 62, been driving since I was 16. In all that time, not once have I ever laid my keys down anywhere other than my front left pocket. My wife is continually losing hers, and I have to go and find them for her, often left in the car, on the floor, or between the seats.
ReplyDeleteI ran out of gas twice in a row, when I was 18. I have never run out of gas since. I figured out that it costs the same to fill the top half of the tank as it does the bottom half. I can be a slow learner, but I do learn.
And have a great weekend, Wirecutter. They are predicting up to 20 foot waves here on Lake Michigan, due to massive wind, and rain, of course. So I might have to leave the safety of home and drive across town to get a few pictures of the water going over the top of our lighthouse. In the winter, when it does that, the ice that forms is beautiful.
That sounds amazing.
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I'm the same, 64 been driving since I was 17. Never lost my keys, never run out of fuel or put the wrong fuel in, never driven off with the filler nozzle still in the car and never parked up without setting the handbrake.
DeleteVery similar to my experience. I don't put my keys down anywhere except my front left pocket. I ran out of gas a couple of times in my teens. The last time I only had nine cents and a nice man gave me a ride and a dime to call home. This was the fifties. Payphones (remember?) were a dime and it was safe to take a ride with a stranger. Well, I was in a group that ran out of gas in Florida in '65. My cousin, a friend and I were trying to spend a week in Florida on $50 each. we ran out a couple of times because I only had a Texaco credit card and there weren't any Texaco stations in Florida (at least that part). My cousin had to keep paying.
DeleteLike the po-leece honesty: Aw, we would've found it eventually.
ReplyDeleteThere's a surprise, a catch and release thief. And released again and arrested again a week later.
ReplyDeleteWhatever happened to three time loser?
He's going for six-time, and he has help.
DeleteThis actually happened to a childhood friend of mine, whose dad passed him his car when he was in his late teens - a very nice, clean, 68 Camaro, a sleeper. It was stolen, and a couple of weeks later he pulls up to a stop light and there it is. He started raising all kinds of hell, getting ahead of himself, because it was a sketchy neighborhood and full of some pretty tough looking Hispanics - and he was there with only one other friend. This was before cell phones, so they couldn't dial 911. Luckily, the gentlemen in the car decided to get out and walk away, so he recovered it on the spot.
ReplyDeleteIf my keys are not in my pocket, I feel naked.
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