Yesterday morning I woke up to a missing car, not that I even noticed, it took a call from one of the local RCMP to clue me in. It seems that sometime between 11:30pm and 9am someone stole my car, joy rode on a local BMX track, crashed it and left. The last one is hardly surprising since a thief can't really be expected to remain at the scene of a crime.
Much of my day involved phone calls and making notes getting ready for my sure to be stupendous time with the insurance people today. The odd thing is that I've yet to freak out, I've been waiting for the expected response but instead I've been ridiculously calm. Very weird.
I wonder if it's just perspective since I keep thinking of good things. First, a car is just a thing and as far as I know no one got hurt. Second, since it was stolen the car is covered under comprehensive which makes my deductible way smaller than I thought. Third, the car had almost no gas in it so they didn't have a chance to do more damage. Fourth, I'm on days off so the irritation of not having a car isn't as bad as it could be. Now I'm off to meet with the insurance adjuster and pick up some stuff from the RCMP - wish me luck.