Monday, July 18, 2005
They found my car....sort of...
The police called me out to the blue, stating they found what they believed could be my old car, reported stolen about 4 months ago. They found my plate on a 1990 Pontiac 6000LE. I had a 1987 Pontiac 6000. It almost looked like my $500 Ferrari.
Since the car in question they were examing was in the Hill District, and I live in South Side, I was able to meet the officers at the scene.. Dispatch called me on my cell phone and patched me through to the cellular the officer had on him. And I was off to the scene -- It was kinda like an episode of 24.
How cool is that?
It turned out it wasn't my car, but it was my old license plate. So that's the good news. The police have now flagged this other individual's plate as stolen, so they're going to be on the look out for a Pontiac 6000 with his plate, because its more then likely that whoever stole my car also switched my plate with his. So the reasoning goes: Find that guy's plate, find my old car.
Its the best news I've heard all day, aside from my friends reminding me that I should attend today's Malt Liquor Monday Madness. I have to agree...Colt 45 is kinda calling my name. But I can't stay out too late, as I have an interview tomorrow afternoon. And if goes well, I could potentially end up working for the FBI or Lockheed Martin.
How cool is that?
Since the car in question they were examing was in the Hill District, and I live in South Side, I was able to meet the officers at the scene.. Dispatch called me on my cell phone and patched me through to the cellular the officer had on him. And I was off to the scene -- It was kinda like an episode of 24.
How cool is that?
It turned out it wasn't my car, but it was my old license plate. So that's the good news. The police have now flagged this other individual's plate as stolen, so they're going to be on the look out for a Pontiac 6000 with his plate, because its more then likely that whoever stole my car also switched my plate with his. So the reasoning goes: Find that guy's plate, find my old car.
Its the best news I've heard all day, aside from my friends reminding me that I should attend today's Malt Liquor Monday Madness. I have to agree...Colt 45 is kinda calling my name. But I can't stay out too late, as I have an interview tomorrow afternoon. And if goes well, I could potentially end up working for the FBI or Lockheed Martin.
How cool is that?
