Mike's Car Was Not Stolen

This morning, as every morning, I was switching between NPR and Stephanie Miller on AM 1150. Stephanie was very funny and I was laughing all the way till I got off the freeway at Norwalk Blvd. I had to use the restroom to make water. You could say the show was so funny that I almost p___ on myself! I get to school and park without memorizing where I had parked and run to the restroom on the second floor of the science building.
I teach my class and the students compliment me. I go to a meeting. I come back and talk to the Political Science teacher as he frets about how many students he has in his hybrid class. I make fun of him to our resident psychology teacher. I convince the Political Science teacher to go to Camacho and stop worrying about how many students are in his class. He drives to Camachos and I pay with the money I got from selling some of my old textbooks (collecting dust in my office). We come back to the B Lot and I can not find my car.
I think back to the morning and all I can remember is the restroom. I could not remember where I had parked. I remembered the Urinal and deduced that I must have parked in the B Lot below science or in the Technology parking lot. So we look for my car. Nothing! We can not find it.
At this point the Political Science teacher says maybe someone stole your car. I say "No. who would want that piece of junk?"
He says "They could have taken it for a joy ride."
I ignore him and go to search the parking lot below Administration. Nothing again! Now I am beginning to think "Joy ride". This is ironic because I get no joy from driving that car. I could not remember if I locked the car in the morning because I was in a hurry to get to a restroom. Now I am scared and I climb up the stairs and tell Vick (the night Dean) I can not find my car. The Political Science guy offers me a ride to Long Beach and Vick says "No. NO. we will take him homme in the AJ Helicop-ter.. No prob-lem!" (I do not know how to type his accent but I guess it would be something like the last sentence).
Vick calls security and tell the gentleman who came up that I am his son and he should take good care of me. I walk with the gentleman from security to the Science parking lot and there it is.... My Car!!
I had not seen it because it was hiding between two cars (Camry or some other car like that) and now after these cars were gone it was in plain sight. The security personnel called Vick and said "we have located your son's vehicle."
Vick said "tell him he owes me a box of Chocolate."
Tomorrow I will tell you what color the doors to the restrooms are going to be! Tune in and you will find out!