As my world churns

If my life were written up and submitted as a plot for a new soap opera, not only would it be utterly rejected, the unfortunate writer forced to associate his name with it would be black-listed for life.

I stopped at the service station this morning (second time this week) and actually managed to catch the owner there. The conversation went something like this:

Me: where's the Jeep?

Him: I junked it.

Me: When?

Him: Last week sometime.

Me: Where?

Him: (Mumbled the name of some place that I apparently complete misheard.)

Me: Do you have a bill of sale?

Him: (....thoughtful pause...) No.

Me: (as I walk away) Get an attorney.

Calls have been made to the insurance company. A complaint will be made in person to the police tomorrow after I get out of work. At first I wanted to do it in the morning, but my Ex has to go with me (it was her vehicle, after all), and tomorrow she's got a job interview. Yeah, I was very pleasantly surprised by that too.

This should go better than my last foray into the law, as I am holding the better hand: I have the title to the Jeep.