My brother called from Tucson tonight, ostensibly to apologize for calling me the day before and drawing me into the argument he and my mother were having. Oh, and by the way, someone stole her car last night.
I am not making this up, as the saying goes.
Someone stole my mother’s car. That’s insane! It was something like an ’83 Toyota Camry. A heap. My brother reported that there had been signs someone had been messing around with the car for weeks: parking meter change stolen, the cowling pried up on the dash, damaged locks that didn’t work, and so on. Maybe the car wasn’t that ancient, but still, what is this, someone’s special project? But okay, so my mother doesn’t have a car. Now they’ll have to take a shuttle van to the Safeway store for groceries and call a cab for doctor appointments. And then I’m wondering: someone’s poking around… what about the old woman’s other house a few blocks away? Oops.
Only that’s not all. Apparently my she took it rather badly that I elected not to argue yesterday. The reason I know is because of a message she left while I was talking to my brother. She said she thought I needed to come down to Tucson because we had to “get some things settled” (?), then in the same breath said [drum roll...] that she’d “had it” with all of us (me and my four siblings) and was going to see a lawyer and sue for abuse.
Um…for not visiting??
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Cue the music…. And Rod Serling…
My sincere heartfelt condolences.
Damn, very sorry to hear that man – they usually steal older cars like that for fast older part sales.
Aw, c’mon now, I know your name ain’t “eurail pass.” But thank you anyway!
I don’t think it was that kind of a deal, though. More like someone trying to get back at my brother by taking his mother’s car, is what I’m thinking. Over the years, he’s had some “friends” I wouldn’t wish on a dog. More I dare not say (yet).