It's bad enough...

With all the daily things of dealing with Crazy old Italians, Crazy Old not Italians, working crazy hours and moving a couple crazed kittens ( including all of our possesions to my parents place) some punk bastard decided stealing my dads car was a good idea. Like that beater of a car would make a good joy ride vehicle. Which they must have quickly figured out because the cops found the car the next day a short distance from the house. Now the real fun begins... ICBC. Let the good times roll.