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2006-12-17 - 5:58 p.m. It's been 48 hours and no sad van has been returned to me. At first I was imagining my dashboard lizards all googly-eyed with excitement whispering to each other about how this was the most exciting thing that had happened in months. Now I'm imagining them cold and lonely and abandoned on some street somewhere wondering if they'll ever find their way home. Or, alternatively, I'm imagining my van in Winnipeg or Sudbury or god-knows where. I wonder who pays for its return if it's found in some far away place? The police have assured me that I'll get it back. It might be days, it might be weeks and who knows what condition it will be in, but I'll get it back. Yesterday, I found that a bit comforting. Today, not so much. A friend and I went and drove around the area a bit to see if we could spot it. We drove around the mall parking lot and I kept clicking the panic button on my remote to see if anything would respond to it, but nothing did. I wish I had someone here who was up to doing that with me. I'd go drive around West Edmonton Mall parking lot. It's probably still here. I hope it's still here. I really hope it hasn't taken a road trip somewhere far, far away. I'm not feeling quite so optimistic today.
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