We've Got A Ten-Sixteen
The dog is staying at home. Better judgment has prevailed here, and I would like to thank Vi for the strength to just say "NO" to taking the dog camping with me. Zero thanks to everyone else.
It's been 17 days since my red 1992 Jeep Wrangler was stolen. It was parked in Vancouver, Washington at the damn park & ride, for faulks sake. And it got stolen. I took the bus home from work and the Jeep was gone. I had that thing for 9 years. It had it's quirks, and plenty of them, but it was always reliable and had become like an old friend. A big metal friend whom I leave in the driveway at night. Anyway, the police assured me they don't ever expect to find it. One officer I spoke with over the phone even mused, "Yeah, some kids probably took it, drove it up to the hills and ditched it, or you know... it could be on it's way to Russia or something..." Great, thanks. My insurance company is working on the claim. After I gave them a 30-minute recorded interview statement over the phone, they now want me to fill out their silly 8-page, overly-detailed form in triplicate, and notarized by a public notary. I also need to attach a copy of the official police report which is obtained only by going down to the police department itself, standing in line for 30 minutes, filling out paperwork, and then waiting an additional hour before they can photocopy it for you. This is because there's no way in hell they could send it to you thru the postal mail. "That's not how your police department wastes your tax dollars!". Sure, you do it in much more creative ways than that. Good for you. After insurance gets all that paperwork back, they’ll probably release the funds post haste, because I'm sure they're anxious to get that settlement money to me pronto. In the meantime, they'll jack up my insurance rates for the inconvenience.
The lesson here is to not ever get your vehicle stolen. That's known as a 10-16 in NYPD police-talkie. Personally, I like the 10-86. What the hell is that all about?
Only hours away from Brewfest & bachelor party camping weekend. Time to get the poker / beer drinking / hot can game face on. Get to work, slacker.
It's been 17 days since my red 1992 Jeep Wrangler was stolen. It was parked in Vancouver, Washington at the damn park & ride, for faulks sake. And it got stolen. I took the bus home from work and the Jeep was gone. I had that thing for 9 years. It had it's quirks, and plenty of them, but it was always reliable and had become like an old friend. A big metal friend whom I leave in the driveway at night. Anyway, the police assured me they don't ever expect to find it. One officer I spoke with over the phone even mused, "Yeah, some kids probably took it, drove it up to the hills and ditched it, or you know... it could be on it's way to Russia or something..." Great, thanks. My insurance company is working on the claim. After I gave them a 30-minute recorded interview statement over the phone, they now want me to fill out their silly 8-page, overly-detailed form in triplicate, and notarized by a public notary. I also need to attach a copy of the official police report which is obtained only by going down to the police department itself, standing in line for 30 minutes, filling out paperwork, and then waiting an additional hour before they can photocopy it for you. This is because there's no way in hell they could send it to you thru the postal mail. "That's not how your police department wastes your tax dollars!". Sure, you do it in much more creative ways than that. Good for you. After insurance gets all that paperwork back, they’ll probably release the funds post haste, because I'm sure they're anxious to get that settlement money to me pronto. In the meantime, they'll jack up my insurance rates for the inconvenience.
The lesson here is to not ever get your vehicle stolen. That's known as a 10-16 in NYPD police-talkie. Personally, I like the 10-86. What the hell is that all about?
Only hours away from Brewfest & bachelor party camping weekend. Time to get the poker / beer drinking / hot can game face on. Get to work, slacker.
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