Ok, I had an accident in my car last november. A 1985 Plymouth Reliant Station Wagon. Not a great car, fine. I smash it up pretty good, so my dad takes it to his garage (dads a mechanic) and says he is going to fix it. He hasnt had time to look at the car til recently.
My dad finally got some free time to go look at the car, to find that some homeless man had been living in my car. My father comes home and tells me that he found hard boiled egg shells in the back of the car, along with about 30 sardine cans. This guy tore off the arm rest on the back door, took the change out of the car (which wasnt anything too much), and was using the blanket I kept in the back (just incase I wound up needing to pull over in a snow storm or stay at a friends). My cars interior is ruined as well... and it has this insane stench fumigating from it. My dad didnt lock the car because it was on private property, where he worked.
what the hell. now, im down a car. Its probably not worth fixing.
My dad finally got some free time to go look at the car, to find that some homeless man had been living in my car. My father comes home and tells me that he found hard boiled egg shells in the back of the car, along with about 30 sardine cans. This guy tore off the arm rest on the back door, took the change out of the car (which wasnt anything too much), and was using the blanket I kept in the back (just incase I wound up needing to pull over in a snow storm or stay at a friends). My cars interior is ruined as well... and it has this insane stench fumigating from it. My dad didnt lock the car because it was on private property, where he worked.
what the hell. now, im down a car. Its probably not worth fixing.
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