I had owned a 1990’s red convertible LeBaron. It had a white top and black vinyl interior. I had just gotten divorced from my first husband. I decided to take our 9 year old son to Disney World in Orlando, Florida. I decided to drive it. I had my favorite mechanic to get it ready for the long trip from Peoria, IL to Orlando, Florida. He okayed it saying that given the age of the car it was in great shape for a long road trip. I loaded it up with our suitcases and a cooler for food and drinks. After 12 hours on the road. I decided to stop at a motel. The next morning we had taken our showers and loaded the car up. I decided to fill up the tank at the little gas station that was within walking distance from the motel.

A couple of the mechanics had aproached my car. I had asked them to please check the windshield fluid, while they filled my tank. I was sitting in the driver's seat. I carefully watched them look at the engine, through the crack of the hood. while I had seen one of them pull the cable to the starter. I pretended that I didn't notice. Until I tried to start the car. Naturally it didn't start. They immediately said that I needed a new starter. I had pointed out that I had seen one of them pull the cable to the starter. They repeatedly denied it. After many times of telling them that I had seen them do it deliberately. They finally admitted to doing it. That they would put it back on. I told them that I grew up helping my dad fixing cars and that I would do it myself. I crawled underneath the car and put it back on. Then started it. They never apologized for their actions. I told them that I would never be coming back to that station again and that I was going to report them to the police.After we had gotten to the hotel room that was about an hour from Disney World. I called the police and they said they would look into it.I never got the chance to find out what was found out, because I had so much fun with my son at Disney World. That I had forgotten about it.