Victims!
This is from my parents' local newspaper police blotter:
My father is downright apoplectic over it, while my mother seems to be handling it with more humor (which is in turn causing my father to have more apoplexy). I have to admit, it's kind of funny in a National Lampoon's Vacation kind of way, but really, they must feel horribly violated.
How does one properly direct one's anger here?
I wonder if this means they'll be packing up and heading toward me? I think that might be an improper overreaction at this point.
All four wheels were stolen from a Honda on ****** St. overnight. The car was left on blocks.
My father is downright apoplectic over it, while my mother seems to be handling it with more humor (which is in turn causing my father to have more apoplexy). I have to admit, it's kind of funny in a National Lampoon's Vacation kind of way, but really, they must feel horribly violated.
How does one properly direct one's anger here?
I wonder if this means they'll be packing up and heading toward me? I think that might be an improper overreaction at this point.
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It is maddening. Especially if you think that somebody out there knows something but just won't tell you. My father is convinced that it was someone in the neighborhood because it is a dead end street and who else would know where there is an unattended Honda Fit?
I must confess, though, I laughed when I found out that the car was left teetering on not 4, but 2 cinderblocks! Again, I must take after my mother in finding humor in this crappy situation.
Like you, I found humour in the absurdity of the situation (after some time) - car crushed by a giant garden ornament...