Anger at Car Thieves
To those who had the nerve to steal my car, I am hoping that someone will read this to them and then proceed to beat them:
You cannot possibly conceive of all you have done in raping my 13-year-old hunk of steel.
I worked during school for four years to save up to buy my car on my own--no help from my parents aside from encouragement. I continued to work for five years thereafter to keep my good old workhorse healthy and strong. In exchange, it provided me with an independence I could not have had as long as I was asking Mom for her keys.
You took away my means of being an adult. Now I am asking Mom for her keys again and walking in the rain to run errands. I am leaving myself an hour to do things that should only take five minutes because I need time to bundle up, put on my rain boots and walk there and back.
Much of my day is wasted, and this gives me plenty of time to contemplate. Any older model Toyota Celica I see is suspect. For all I know, those are my headlights shining in my eyes.
My car had more than 152,000 miles on it and would have gone on, no doubt for 100,000 more.
Now it sits in my insurance company’s lot waiting to be scrapped, an early death at the hands of some dirty low-life punk. I dare you to show your faces to me, twerps.
ILONA KOVARY, Sherman Oaks