| 3am Wake Up |
[Nov. 10th, 2003|08:13 pm] |
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I’m not entirely sure I know how to describe this early morning’s event. At first flabbergasted pops into mind but then disappointed quickly follows along with disgust, sympathy, and then finally disbelief. What pray tell brought on such a variety of emotions? Two things, my sister and my father.
Natalie, my twenty-one year old sister, recently totaled the car that she was driving and had to borrow the families van. Now she’s never had a good track record with cars and has more accidents and tickets then I have fingers or toes. She gets about an ticket a week and since she doesn’t have a permanent address they all get sent home.
So anyway she borrows the van and decides to go to a club around 5:30am in Chicago in some industrial area. She then parks the van by some fence and leaves most of her money, her purse, and over $500 worth of clothing in the vehicle. Honestly, who in their right mind would keep that many clothes in a car? And on that note why does she have so many clothes?
Well when she came out of the club the van was missing and so Dad (who at this time was in Washington D.C. on a business trip) were calling impound lots looking for it. Finally, when nothing comes up, Dad decides that it was stolen and files a police report. In the mean time Natalie is getting friends and coworkers to drive her around.
Last night, or rather this morning, she calls around 3:15am and leaves this message on the machine in a really weird voice. Lo and behold she has found the van and its right where she parked it only it’s covered in flyers. On top of that everything, even down to her vitamins are still there. Her clothes, her money, her purse, the families best umbrella, it’s all still there. So then she says and I quote:
“I guess they only wanted to borrow it.”
Hello! If a person was going to steal a car they would not bring it back to the exact place it was taken from and leave everything still in there! There’s your first clue that something isn’t right in her head.
So she keeps my dad and I up for a few hours with repeated phone calls and has Dad call the police to cancel the report as well. Dam it, why couldn’t she wait until a logical hour to call? Of course she’d need to be able to think properly to do that.
The next morning when Dad and I are both up and were trying to decide what to do with his girlfriends dog (her daughter is in the hospital so where taking care of it) I tell him that the whole story seems fishy to me. He replies that she probably forgot where she parked. Now any normal person would actually look around for the car if they forgot, she claims it was impounded, and then the story grows to it being stolen.
My neighbor aggress that she’s obviously hiding something. Perhaps Natalie lent it to a friend and didn’t want to tell Dad, or maybe she got a ride home and simply forgot it. I am of the opinion that she came out of that club drunk and high, just like she always is, and frankly had no clue what was going on. Honestly I can’t remember the last time she was in her right frame of mind and as harsh as it sounds I hope she hits rock bottom. And soon.
So here I sit, disgusted with my sister, flabbergasted that she could honestly think that someone “borrowed” it and then returned it with everything left, and disappointed that she could let herself go like this. Natalie was a straight A student in grade school and junior high for crying out loud! I also feel sympathy for my Dad and I’m sorry he has to put up with this. Yet there’s also some disgust for him as well because he’s so clearly in denial. I realize it’s his daughter but at some point you have to realize that you can’t do anything to help them.
::sigh::
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