The day that I was painting all our interior doors I happened to witness a car being stolen. I didn't see the car actually being taken but I saw a guy walk down our street and then saw the same guy speed off in someone elses car. Details... Anyway, I received a summons to appear in court as a witness. Yikes! I really didn't want to go but didn't really have a choice in the matter.
I don't know why I was so nervous about going. I wasn't the one that did anything wrong.
I walked into a courtroom, raised my right hand and swore to tell the truth, sat on a stand and had a person type everything I said. I told them what I saw and then was free to leave. Overall painless.
As I was leaving I walked out to the parking lot and walked to where I remember parking my car. My car wasn't there. Crap. I walked up and down the row. Looked down the rows on either side. Where the heck is my car? Just as I was reaching for my phone to call Dave and tell him the bad news, I remembered that I had parked one level down...Maybe I shouldn't be posting this. :O)
2 comments:
phew! I was getting scared by the end of this post-like NO WAY...her car got stolen ...how ironically horrible. Thank goodness it wasn't that. :D
That gave me the goosebumps! You did the right thing, and I would have felt the same way. Good job!
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