I would know.
Because that's how I spent my morning.
Luckily, my trusty roommate came to the rescue. Like any great roommate, he journeyed the half-hour home from work and drove me around the block, searching for my Jeep one last time. When I was positive it had been stolen, he called the City of Portland and confirmed it had only been towed. (Only.)
And now that my car is home, safe and sound, and I'm in my pajamas (at 7:30 p.m.), I think I'll whip up two cups of delicious hot chocolate and a batch of tasty popcorn treats for my roommate and me, just for fun.