I had a work meeting last night. My car was sensibly parked about two hundred meters away from the door. Lights right over top of it shining it up for the whole car park to see, nothing valuable was visible to steal and it was parked next to some flash cars. Despite all of that and the luck i had had lately, it was my car, of coarse, that got broken into while i was in the meeting. Come on people! Hundreds of cars parked there and you had to attack the poor g banger. A crappy little nissan pulsar and you decided to try and take that. I should really put a big sign in the window saying, yes it had a big boar exhaust and it is lowered but DONT let the bonnet scoop full you thugs. Its not turbo. Its just a try hard.
So my night went a little something like this. Car was parked, walked into work meeting at st lukes stayed there for around two hours and then me and my friend mary went to leave. While we were walking out mary was obviously in a hurry to get home as she was about ten steps in front of me. Mary being mary didnt even realise that there was glass all over the ground or that my window was smashed. Infact she was pretty much walking over top of the glass and still chit chatting away to herself (thinking i was listening) and it was only when i yelled out "My fucking cars been broken into! Look!" Mary responds with "What? Ohhhhhhh shit nigger. It has to." Standing on top of the glass. Basically being about three meters behind her i still managed to notice first. Gotta love her.
Well then it was all on. I was yelling, pulling my pukana face, pretending i had my maori stick and jumping around all over the place. I calmed down a bit thinking, its okay bex, its just a window. NEK MINUTE, I open my door and the bloody ignition has been ripped out! So yet again the pukana face comes out. Mary is silently giggling to herself because i look like an idiot and a couple are standing at their car waiting to see if they could help out at all. I dont know why but instead of calling the police first i decided to call a friend and tell him what had happened too which i got the response "Well dont talk to me idiot, call the cops." Clearly i wasnt an expert with my car being broken into. I called the cops, filed a report. Called AA, turns out they only tow break downs not break ins, called insurance and decided not to make a 800 dollar claim just so i could get it towed back home. Called dad and it was only then that i decided to turn into a baby and have a sweet cry. Got over that pretty fast and ended up just calling a tow company. 160 dollars later my baby is stowed away in my drive way with a new window for 200 bucks, and new ignition for 50 (thanks to dad for buying the part and putting it in).
They didnt take anything including my flat mates ipod in the side pocket, my awesome clothes spread amongst the back or my rather empty wallet hiding under the seat. Basically they made an attempt to take my gangster car and failed rather miserably. The wheel had locked up or some technical shit like that so they could start it but they couldnt turn the wheel to get it out :) So my G-banger really is a g-banger because it wont even let the "G-UNITS" take it away from me. Mummy loves you! That thing and i are blimin made for each other.
Everyone that helped me out, Lucy, Mary, the kind couple and friend that stayed back to make sure everything was all good, thank you so much. I owe you a drink. To the idiots that dont know how to steal a car properly, Screw you! Try and take that precious thing away from me? Not gunna happen sorry ma bros. This car and i are forever. Its a little something called fate.
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