The Worst Is Over...Maybe?

So they found my car. I know. WTF? I suppose I never recounted the story of it being stolen though. It went something like this: went to bed and car was there, woke up and it was not. Pretty anti-climactic, huh? At first we assumed it was the same person who took my stereo, but that individual was so well-versed in car stereo theft that s/he didn't even need to break the glass, whereas the eventual car thief did indeed do so--but what are the odds I'd be targeted by twice in eight days by two independent thieves? Actually? With my luck lately? Well we all know the answer to that.

It was funny, though (well not at the time), as my first thought was: "is someone gonna pay me for this?" I honestly had no idea that insurance even covered this because I never even conceived of my car being stolen (or read through the descriptions in my terms of service apparently). But Progressive has been lovely to me, and, prior to it's recovery, my co-workers even seemed convinced this was actually gonna be a great break for me what with getting the blue book value for the thing and all.

But I just wanted my car back. And to avoid the hassle of waiting 30 days for insurance to declare it a loss, and getting a loan, and wasting weekends finding a car, and blah blah blah. So I was ecstatic when I learned that it had not only been found, but was also fixable! I went and saw my car Thursday and it looked...sad, somehow seeming depressed in reasons to it's recent abuse and the resulting broken steering column and window (okay, okay, that was probably just my reaction).

Anyway, it's in the shop now being restored to its former glory[-ish-ness] and I am enjoying one less iota of stress as a result. Sure I'll owe the deductible, but I'll also claim that there wasn't the hint of a scratch on the thing before this and please repaint it all, thank you very much. Oh, and they're gonna cover a new stereo for me, which otherwise would've gone entirely unreported to the ole insurance. So in the end, yes, this has been huge pain in the ass, but way less of a disaster than it could have been. And just like I learned the random life lesson of always knowing where your water shut off is located by flooding the house, I'm not sure I'll ever own another car without adding an alarm. Or, as my dad suggested, "a Club with a gun."