My car was stolen from a church on Sunday. I was in disbelief.
The police found it a week later. All my stuff was gone (except my homework). There was a brick, broken glass (not from my car) and food wrappers. And the ignition was gone. Otherwise the car was in great condition! I drove that car for four years with a screwdriver (because the ignition was gone) and a club to prevent theft.
Then one night, I didn't put the club on. One night. And it was stolen again. The police found two kids driving it the next day. When I went to pick it up, they said, "We are so sorry, the ignition is gone," and handed me a huge screwdriver — twice as big as my screwdriver. I was like, "Oh, it was already like that, but that's not my screwdriver!" The police were so confused.
So then I drove my car with that huge screwdriver. And every time I got my oil changed, they laughed at me (because my keys were, well, a huge screwdriver). Please remember to use a club!
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