A couple of weekends ago, J. headed out to go to an auction in Lawrence, which is about 35 miles from where we live. He never made it. Right as he turned on the road to go the auction, the brakes went out on the Dodge. If that wasn't bad enough, he was in a spot where he could barely get intermittent cell coverage. After many dropped calls, I was finally able to get him the number for the local dealer and he had it towed over there.
Fast forward to this morning where he gets a phone call from them. The guy asks "Ummm...by chance, did you come pick up your truck over the weekend?" You can imagine J.'s reaction to that one.
"No. Why?"
"Well, we can't find it."
Yep, it was stolen from the dealer's lot. Why they didn't have it locked up over the weekend is beyond me. So the cops were called to do a report and the guy that last worked on it admitted in front of the officer that he couldn't remember if he followed dealer policy and dropped the keys in the box or not. The keys are missing so my guess is that he left them in the truck. If that wasn't bad enough, they admitted that there had been scrap thefts recently right next to the dealership and "maybe they stole the truck to haul off the scrap?". Um, wouldn't that be another good reason to lock it up?
And then they had the audacity to tell J. to turn it in on his homeowners policy and they would reimburse him for the deductible. Um, no. That won't be happening.
I am so mad right now I could spit nails.
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