So I already posted this in "Past Experiences," but I'm trying to find the person who helped me, and I think I have a story worth sharing.
Sunday, early afternoon, I lose my keys while I'm packing up my stuff. I can open my car, I just can't start the damn thing. I tear it apart, look underneath other cars, ask people, and get a whole lot of nothing. Three hours later I decide to go in for the last day of Coachella and deal with this later. My passenger door is propped open so I can at least get back in later. Festival-goers don't steal stuff, right?
Coachella ends, lost and found has nothing. Following the instructions of an Australian lad, I force open the panel beneath my steering wheel and attempt my first hotwire, only to find that my 03 Accord has wonderful security features that don't allow this.
All options exhausted, I consult the 24-hour festival locksmiths (Isn't Coachella great?). A goateed hipster in a bolwer hat tells me he can't even hotwire the damn thing, and a super-special laser-transmitter key will have to be made for $400. I don't have $400 in my checking account, or even the money to replace my house keys, but I've no choice.
Some time later the key's finished, and Hipster is kind enough to drive me to my car... only I can't find the damn thing. A few times we pass by a car parked sideways with a cone on top of it. Hipster asks, "what the hell is that?" After a few laps I get out of the car and hunt for my car in a slight panic. It ain't where it was parked OH SHIT SOMEONE STOLE MY CAR. I run by the sideways-cone car again.
OH SHIT THAT'S MY CAR.
I remove the cone. "What the hell happened??"
Hipster: "..and there are your keys."
The word KEYS is written in dust with an arrow pointing to the cone. Someone found my keys, tracked down my car with the remote, and parked it illegally, blocking another car. Why they had to move the car is a mystery, other than the possibility of a joyride. Makes more sense to just steal the damn thing.
Some guys I befriended run over. "OH SHIT IS THAT YOUR CAR?" "This is so bizarre." "THAT'S a Coachella story." Hipster, seeing how odd the situation is, lets me go without paying paying for $400 of work.
I get home 5:30 in the morning, in time to get three hours of sleep before work.
So I created this account just to find whoever helped me! Whoever found my keys and parked my car sideways, THANK YOU! Thank you for not stealing my car or my stuff! I'll probably never speak to you so I just want to say I'm very grateful!