What is the experience of coming out of the restaurant after dinner and having your car stolen?

The last time I rode an electric car out for dinner, the car was gone after I came out. Seeing this scene, time stood still for 3 seconds. I realized that my electric car had been stolen, so I had no choice but to take a taxi home. I hate that thief to death in my heart. This is the first car my mother bought for me, so it was stolen. Very uncomfortable.