At a resounding 2:45 am this morning. Shawn and I received a call from the Portland Police that my dear step child had stolen my car and was out joyriding and got pulled over. I say stolen because he doesn't have a drivers license and even if he did he would have never received permission to take MY CAR. Lucky for us they didn't tow it and take him to the pokey. They waited for us to come get him.
He needed to go visit his girlfriend about 12 miles from my house at 2 am. In North Portland which is the least safest place in teh city to be at that time of day.
Come to find out he had been taking Big Bertha on little joyrides around the hood as well lately while we were gone.
I am positive this is not the first time he had taken my car either. I proceeded to tell him I hope he enjoyed it because he will never see the drivers side of my car EVER AGAIN. What gets me is the sense of entitlement he has, and I didn't feel like he was very remorseful in his two line apology at 3:30 am.
But the kicker is, even if he had not gotten pulled over at 2:45 am, he would have got caught anyway. WHY? Last night at 10 pm the gas light was on in my car. This morning I have a CHRISTMAS MIRACLE OF a 1/4 tank!! DUH! I would have busted him as soon as I got in to go to work! Amateurs.
So now my little leapshin will be without a social life, drivers education class,computer and cell phone until the 2ND coming of Our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.
To make my sweetie feel better I offered to make him his favorite dinner and buy him a movie he wants to watch. It's the least I could do...... So tonight Meatloaf and mashed potatoes with Batman Dark Knight.
It never ends here on Wacky Court.....
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