What: One Ford Explorer
When: Yesterday at approximately 5:30 p.m.
Where: Exactly ten blocks from our house (can you believe that?)
Amazingly, it's still in good condition. The speakers and stereo are gone, the satellite radio is gone, and the bag of clothes is gone. Strangely enough, the seat to his motorcycle is gone. Why they took that, we don't know and probably never will. But hubby's checkbook was still laying on the floor, his Bible was still there, and they rifled through the CD's and picked which ones they wanted, leaving the rest.
We're just glad to have it back, although hubby says he feels as though he's been violated when he looks at his truck and sees how much they went through it. The villains also apparently did some joy-riding as the gas tank was full when it was stolen, and only had a quarter of a tank left yesterday.
After hubby finishes fixing the broken window and cleaning it up, I'll get to drive it. :-)
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