Post Concert Debacle

The concert finished a little before 1am and we headed for the truck. Before we even got to the car I had a feeling something was wrong as my driver side door was ajar. A couple days earlier someone got into the truck and stole a cheap little pair of binoculars and tried to get away with our crappy cassette player but was either spotted or gave up. The Stereo was attached and hanging out of the dash like an eyeball dangling from its socket. I expected them to have finished the job this time making off with the stereo and our hand-me-down collection of beat up 80s rock band tapes. Everything seemed in order till the key went in the ignition, nothing happened...I was beyond irrate, I was seething as I immediately knew some jackass had stolen my brand new battery. If the so-called guard had walked up at that moment there would have been an international incident, because I would have knocked both of his teeth out. We caught a ride home with a friend and I sat on the couch fuming with a glass of scotch watching the end of the Ice Age cartoon. Finally at about 2:30am I couldnt take it anymore as visions of getting to the truck in the morning and finding it gutted and stripped to the frame danced in my head. I told Nikki I was going to bring her home one way or another, tonight. I went out back and found an old battery still connected to what was left of our antique generator, disconnected it and started walking the mile or so back the truck. About half way there I was able to flag down a cab making sure he had jumper cables. Battery in, started right up and brought her home.