Have you ever left the sun roof on your car open? Have you ever left it open in an uncovered area and it rains?
After a lovely drive Saturday afternoon, I parked my car in its spot (on the street) rolled up the windows, battened down the hatch, and went in for the night.
Late that evening I thought “oh! Did I close the sunroof completely? Yep, I know I closed it. I remember turning the dial.”
The evening came to a close and I went to bed. At about four in the morning, I woke up to rain. Not just any rain, but extremely boisterous rain. A beautiful, yet treacherous melody.
Sunday morning, my car, the window, and the rain must have been on my mind because the first thing I did when my alarm went off was look out the window. To my despair, I saw my car, sitting in the rain, sunroof cracked open slightly. I just stood. And stared in silence. After a minute or so, I got dressed, grabbed a stack of towels and went out to inspect the damage.
Expecting the worst, I discovered no evidence of water in the vehicle. Shocked and also very relieved, I turned the car on and moved the dial from the last setting to the closed setting. Operator error as I must have not turned the dial all the way. I also noticed a very shiny penny sitting on the passenger seat. Odd. I guess it could have fallen out of my purse the day before. Funny I didn’t see it Saturday afternoon…
As regular readers know, I collect pennies for “Pennies for Debra” – a fund that takes unwanted, homeless pennies and gives them a new purpose, paying off my loans…
As I drove to church, I heard what sounded like coins sliding around. I discovered another penny. Hum…a suspicion grew in my mind. Did ‘someone’ decide to take advantage of the open sunroof and pretend that my car was a giant piggy bank?
I relayed the story to my roommate and we both agreed that it would not be an action all too surprising from our friends who happen to live next door. I didn’t say anything to them about it, as I didn’t want to look foolish if I was wrong, nor was I ready to acknowledge the brilliance of such an idea if my suspicions were correct.
Fast forward to Tuesday afternoon, I finished work and got in the car to drive home. It was a gorgeous day, so I attempted to open the sunroof. It would only tilt up in the back, but it was stuck and would not slide open at all. I was, at first, discouraged with the thought that perhaps the rain did do some damage after all.
I got out of the car, looked around at the top, tried to find if something (such as a leaf) was preventing the roof from sliding. As I reached up on the interior, my fingers came across a Penny. A penny jammed in the space between the glass and the metal. Pulled it out – no luck, still stuck.
I texted my neighbors letting them know I was onto their scheme, but both denied involvement. As I drove home, each red light, taking a moment to trace the window track above my head, fingers getting grimier with each attempt, I found two more pennies. Removed each, retested the window. No luck.
I got home. Got out of the car and started my search. One more penny stuck, this time in the actual tracking of the window. Successful removal of the penny. Successful reinstatement of working sliding window. And all was right with the world. Plus, I had a total of 6 more pennies to put toward the fund.
As far as the ‘culprits,’ I did have the one who thought up the idea, acknowledge that fact. He also explained how they stopped due to getting some stuck in the window, though I have yet to discover who his accomplice was.
And the number of pennies, that is unknown. I found one more, so there were at least 7, though he couldn’t give me a definitive number. I’m betting there are at least a couple more Pennies lost, sitting kittyWampus, somewhere in the interior of my car, er…I mean gigantic piggy bank.