After all the fun it was fairly obvious that my car should remain downtown, and a taxi should be utilized to go home. The next morning we walked downtown to get my car and then some breakfast. That’s right, I said walked. We walked. Outside. In the sunshine. I don’t want to think about it too much. brrr…

Anyway, we walked back to the parking garage only to find my car missing. My first thought was that it had been towed, but we could not find any signage that stated cars left overnight would be towed. But we did find a couple of nice Victoria BC policemen who called the towing company who would have been the one to tow me, to see if they had my car. They did not. So we went up to the top of the parking garage to walk down and see if I was mistaken about parking on the 4th floor. I knew I wasn’t. I remembered specifically where I parked and the color of the wall. [Every floor was painted a different color.] We found it on the 5th floor. The right rear door was open and it had been, I guess you could say, tossed. Everything had been pulled out and thrown around. There was an extra key in the glove box, which is how they moved the car to another floor, I suppose.

Here is the best part, on the windshield there was a ticket, of sorts, issued by the parking garage, letting me know that they considered my car to be a crime risk, because my stereo face plate was still on, and my cd’s were out in the open. Nailed that They took all my cd’s, but left the stereo. They took a blanket out of my trunk and my favorite grey hoodie that I got from Lucy’s. Bit disappointed about that last one. I guess the most frustrating thing was, they ripped my rear view mirror down, and busted my I’m a Pepper and Mac OS X dog tags. Was that really necessary? We saw about 3 or 4 other cars with windows smashed out in the same garage. I’m glad there was no real damage done to my car. We put the rear view mirror back on and all is good.

It wasn’t until later I realized I had left my dr’s license and birth certificate in the car, tucked in the dash where I had left them, after I presented them to border patrol. Oh dopey me.