The landlord, the pink Car, and the missing Keys

"I walked out of the pharmacy and my car was just gone. Not towed, the spot was completely empty. I felt this hot, spiky frustration because I'd just bought eggs and I was terrified they were going to break in my coat pockets. I kept digging for my spare keys, but my pockets were just full of wet lint. Suddenly I'm sprinting down a steep concrete hill in my socks. I can see my Honda at the bottom, but a guy is actively spray-painting it neon pink. I'm screaming at him to get out, but my mouth is just making a high-pitched whistling sound. The thief turns around and it's my landlord. He just pats the hood and says "this covers the deposit." I felt this overwhelming, heavy urge to just sit on the curb and give up. Woke up genuinely pissed off, checking my actual keys on the nightstand three times."