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Here's me picking my car up at the impound lot last year. I walked out of my work building just in time to see some putz pulling my car out of its parking space. I was running (well, more like jogging) towards the car as he pulled onto the street, and he rolled down the window. I think at first he didn't realize I was the owner of the car, and thought I was trying to ask him something innocuous. I wish I had had the presence of mind to pretend I needed directions. Instead I started yelling at him, at which point he seemed to figure it out and drove off.

The cops found the car a few days later, about a dozen blocks away. The ignition switch is seriously messed up, and he ripped up the trunk lining, and broke open the glove box, but it looks like there's no additional damage.

A few hours after the car was stolen, I had a brief flash of completely irrational anthropomorphizing. For a couple of seconds I found my self thinking about my car, "Oh, she must be so scared!". Anyhow, I'm glad to have her back.

John posted a blog on the subject!