Losing my car is quite possibly one of the better things that happened to me this semester. It is a killer story, makes room for a lot of laughter on a lot of different levels and it kicked my sleeping schedule and sleeping attitude back in order. It also made me realize just how nice the UM Bookstore manager is. He gave me the money I had to pay for the books I lost back.
I also got a bike out of the deal which, however crappy, is unbeatable in the "Where did you get that?" department. Beides, someone out there is enjoying quite the joyride. If not that, I mean, if someone was low enough to have stolen my car, shit, I am glad I could help.