This Fishing Amalgam

So long Jeep

Well my Jeep is gone. Because it was stolen. Because my dad is the kind of retarded you thought only existed in sitcoms.

About 3 months ago someone left a post-it on the windshield saying “If you wanna sell this, call me ##”. When I told him a couple weeks ago that I wanted to sell it, he apparently called this number. The guy came over, very enthusiastic, cause he wanted to give it to his son for his 16th birthday.

Now my Jeep had problems, which is why I was selling it in the first place. So the guy says “My son’s birthday is in a couple days, can I take it now to get serviced so it’s ready to go?”. And in his infinite wisdom my dad gives him the keys, on the promise of “I’ll bring the money by in a couple days”. As you can guess, he has seen neither hide nor hair of this guy, the money, or my jeep; and of course the phone number is no longer in service.

I found this all out today when I went to go pick it up, intending to show it to an interested co-worker. There are not enough face-palm .gifs in the world…