I'm NOT taiwanese.....

Ok. So...Hub is in China doing his business, and meanwhile I've the luxury of having the keys to the car and can take it out when ever and to where ever I want.
And I have and do. Earlier this week I went to Taipei city to the fabric market for a little fabric shopping and driving back my little girl still didn't sleep (almost 2 pm), so I decided to hit the supermarket (Wellcome) for some grocery shopping.
Parked the car and went in. Mila still in a very good mood.

While inside I heard a car-alarm and for a minute I thought "hmm...could this be my car?". Got distracted by Mila beggin for a little treat (so I opened a package of crackers, that I paid for later of course). Found a few more things and then went to the counter to pay for our goodies and out to put it all in the car to drive home.

eh??

GONE!!!! The car is gone!!!

F. U. &. K (yea, you KNOW what it says!)

I did get nervous for a second or two, because NOW I knew, it WAS my car with the alarm going off and if I had been more quick on my feet, I would have been able to see what happened.
I went back to Wellcome and talked to a manager with those few words I know. Simple words like "husband in China" and "no more car", "no more cell-phone"... I guess he did understand, because he kind to lend me his cell-phone (which was a funny looking little one, by the way. It seriously looked like a toy! Remember those cell-phones from the 80's?!
It was a total copy but WAY smaller - I could barely hold it in my hand).


So I called hub (only number I've memorized)....He laughed - "ai yo, honey, you have parked right out side the store, right"
Uhm...YES...that's what YOU do all the time and you always get away with it..!?
Well, husband explained there would be a number on the street to call and ask where it had been taken to. If there wasn't a number written it proberly meant it was stolen, which was why I got a little nervous to begin with. The thought of losing my stuff.... But there it was. A nice number written with white chalk.
So the manager wrote the number down for me and I walked home. With Mila on my arm, still happy and in good mood.
Despite having our car removed (due to illigal parking, yes yes I get that) along with my house-keys, cell-phone, all the new fabrics I bought which people might think it's a unlucky situation to be in, I was actually very lucky that day:
My downstairs neighbor with his granddaughter was at Wellcome too, so he helped me home with my two big bags of grocery! THANK YOU...6th floor neighbor!
I could have left it or taking a cab, but we live fairly close to Wellcome, so I didn't mind walking with him home. He also had the keys to the elevator, other wise it might have been a long walk to 10th floor ;)
Luckly (see, again, luck) I had forgot to lock the door to our apartment that day, so I was able to get in - with my groceries and still a happy Mila - and call my sister in law, who then gave me directions to where the car was at.
Luckly (3rd time!) I didn't have to show drivers license to get the car back. Just my ID and car license. Oh, and 2.100 twd = 62 USD = 350 DKR.

See, the thing is...I do have a driver's license. It's just not changed into a taiwanese yet. Yet. But this is a reminder for me to get THAT done too! Quick!
On my way back (5 min. drive from our building) Mila finally fell asleep.

The point with this story is: I'm not taiwanese, I can't get away with parking illigal. Even if I use the warning signal (to indicate I'll be right back!?).....
I will never do that again (I hope!).

To be fair, there actually USED to be a parking space right where I parked it..........