My Findings...

So here it is, the continuation of my car saga...So I finally got a chance to go and look at "my car" on Monday. I left work at 4:30 so I could make it before the rude woman that works at the wrecker service told me they stop letting people "see" vehicles. Well, I head that way and there is a huge wreck right before the Beach St exit. I inch along until I get past the exit and finally we start moving. I make it to the place after having to call because it is NOT located directly off of Denton Hwy. It is behind something on Denton Hwy. I get there with 5 minutes to spare somehow and I go into what is a house serving as an office. I walk in and see a "not small" man with dirty hands and more tattoos than I can count, let's call him Bud. Bud gets up from a desk and says "Trammell?" and I nod and he says "Soloro? Is that the one they just picked up?" (short pause) "Just kidding." I just attempt to smile of course. (It was a Toyota Solara by the way.) Bud starts looking through this drawer and of course he decides to at that moment show an example that men can in fact multi-task and he proceeds to go through the drawer AND belch. All the while this is going on a man is yelling from an "office" about facebook and something to do with texting. I'm am getting from "context clues" maybe it involves his kid and maybe his ex-wife's computer and pictures from an iPod. There are I don't know how many men in that office but I saw at least 3 different ones peek out. Bud keeps looking and and says "I've looked at this like 12 times today, can't find it though." He goes to the computer and asks for the last 4 digits of the VIN number, how that helps to find paperwork in a somewhat broken and disorganized drawer to look on the computer, I have no idea. Thankfully, my Mom was with me and had the insurance card with that info on it. Well after he comes back to the drawer and pulls out one envelope with some man's license copied on it and I kept saying "That's not mine", he finds mine. He says "No keys, got keys?" Well I of course had nothing because as I told them and the police, I turned in everything on the vehicle, title and all last Tuesday! Well he "escorts" us out and like 4 cats are running around in front of me, he says "Wanna cat?" I say "Uh, no thanks, I'm good." Bud yells at a man across the lot to take us to the car, the guy (let's call him Denver) says, "Why can't you?" Bud says "Cause there ain't nobody in the office!" (beside the at least 4 in that office with the ranting man). Denver says, "It's 5:30, it's closed!" Bud says, "just go with the guy in the blue hat(Denver), forgive him, he's a Denver fan." So we have to go the back corner of the lot passing wrecks that you wonder, is that it? I finally spot it between a severely wrecked vehicle and like 5 others. My first thought was...my car (fighting some threatening tears)...that didn't last. I notice there is some sticky yellow plastic on the driver side window. I thought it was something for identification or marking...nope the driver side window was stuck down. Denver reaches in and unlocks it...this is NOT my car, at least not how it was when I had it. There are dirty clothes, socks, cds, paper, almost a full pack of cigarettes, and more. The whole thing reeked of cigarette smoke and there are leaves. I decide to look in the console (with latex gloves on) and...nothing, so I go to the passenger side...the locks don't work, so Denver reaches in and unlocks it. I see most of the contents of the glove box in the floorboard. I find my flashlight, ice scraper and what insurance cards I can find (at least I got something, right?). I find someone else's mail among this (interesting? I think so, especially since the address is a street that runs right next to where the auto shop is, which is where it was stolen from) and I find a box cutter, a kitchen knife, a small baggie with two rings, and just trash in general. Well I wanted to check the trunk for my camping chair and my nephew's booster seat...well the trunk release won't work. I try with Denver to pull the seats forward to access the trunk...yuck...nope they won't budge. So he fiddles with the locks and it somehow resets the trunk release and it works. Nothing. Well I decide then that not only am I feeling disgusted and sad and I don't think I am going to find anything else, but I am afraid to dig for fear of cutting myself on something or finding something else disgusting. Oh, while I am "searching" my Mom feels the need to point out to Denver that I never kept "my car" like this, it was much cleaner. I doubt he cares Mom. We leave and I officially say good-bye to "my car". I call the detective with Saginaw police and leave him a message and the Tracie the claims lady and informed them both on my findings. Basically I said, mostly everything in the car is in fact, not mine. On to my new vehicle...possibly a GREEN 2010 Toyota Venza. It doesn't come in until the first week of Dec. but Toyota made me a deal and knew I had to turn in my rental car on Wed and they have put me in a 2010 red camry until the venza comes in. That is when I ultimately decide and "sign on the dotted line"...