There is another post that should proceed this one, but while my blood is still hot I am getting thought to screen and sharing my horrible mood... after all, isn't that the point of a blog?
Dad knocked on my door about two hours ago, asking when I was going to leaving to run my errands. He had one for me to do, take the BBQ propane tank to be re-filled, since I was going out that way, only problem was that the place closes at noon... time to be up obviously, need to get out the door. He and mummy walked out the door as I started to get my morning assembled... coffee on the back patio with a quick scan of the newspaper, check.
While I was out there I figured it would be smart to carry the tank up to the car now before I showered, didn't want to be running errands all dirty if I did it afterwards. Walked out my bedroom door to see my mother sitting on the couch, tears streaming down her face... dad standing across the room looking somewhat dumbfounded. Perplexing scene, since they weren't supposed to be home after all, and well... mummy was near hysterics. Dad explained, "mummy's car got broken into and stripped last night." To put things in perspective, this is my mother's "new" car, she's had it for 3 weeks, no more. She hasn't finished paying for it, and my dad's contact at Neal & Massy Motors has still not sent him the car note.
No more explanation needed. Shoes went on, I went upstairs with him... stripped is an understatement. They went in through the driver side door, popping the lock out, opened the hood and cut the alarm line, the only real "destruction" that was done. Once that was done they went to work pretty efficiently, they took out the dashboard console, the stereo and (the one time) the camera she uses for work that was forgotten in the glove box. They took apart the end front of the car with machine-line precision, no ripping-gnashing-cutting-tearing-burning... all with tools, and they knew what they were going for... headlights, grill, radiator, A/C compressor, filter, pretty much every part that would be damaged in a front-end collision. Hmmmm... curious isn't it?
They went in with a checklist of what they needed to fix the car and took it. I am pretty sure I have seen the guys too, scoping out the car since there are always random carloads of guys who look like they are up to no good driving through here... the price you pay for living slightly off the beaten path. I might have been able to prevent it too, had I parked closer to my mother's car they may not have been able to get into it. I am not blaming myself by any means, but still, this is the second time since my parents have moved in here that my mother's car has been broken into, and we are now back down to two cars for three people since mummy's is definitely not able to drive anywhere.
Steal the parts from someone who looks like they can afford to just buy them back without a problem... what a concept!!! Trinidadian racism (yes I call it racism), classicism, and stereotyping, all decree that because of the colour of our skin we are automatically rich, and therefore by default we could obviously spare the mere pittance (read: thousands of dollars) that it's going to cost us to get it towed back to N&M Motors and repaired. Sure, there are three cars in our parking area of the building... but all are of older plate registrations, and none of them were bought new. Just because we're white doesn't mean that we have money, I hate to break it to you. How we only wish it were true. That car is the representation of my mother working her ass off to close on quite a few sales, and saving her commissions to get it. I am not exactly living paycheque to paycheque, but there are days that I wonder if I am living beyond my means. Dad, well dad is definitely not getting paid what he is worth.
If I am so rich, why am I still trying to figure out what other things I can do on the side to help supplement my income, and by extension the amount I am able to help contributing to my parents? If I am so rich, why is it that I don't have the new car that I want, the house of my own instead of the little bedroom in my parent's apartment, the boat to go DDI when I feel like it, a house in Mayaro to entertain my friends, the PS3 and games to keep my inner child appeased, the new cellphone to be Mr. Super Business, the vacations to random exotic locations around the world... I think you get the point.
Maybe I should resort to a life of crime as well, since it seems to be a bit more lucrative that what I am doing right now. I mean after all, I'd never be lacking for car parts, right?