I received a strange and peculiar call from a hotel desk clerk in the city of Denver. The hotel desk clerk called to inform me that the marijuana dispensary found my drivers license and they wanted to return it. I told the hotel clerk that he had the wrong person on the phone, because I was at home in San Diego. The clerk was very surprised and shocked and he demanded to know who was staying at the hotel. As soon as I realized that my card had been stolen, I knew it must have been my son. He told my wife and I that he was going to the shore for a couple of days. He was going to a concert in Denver and my wife and I told him that he could not take the car that far. I guess he lied about his location, when I found out that the credit card was in Denver with my son. I gave him the credit card for emergency reasons. It certainly wasn’t an emergency to go to a Denver dispensary. I called my son’s cell phone three times before he finally answered. He tried to act surprised when I brought up the credit card and the Denver marijuana dispensary. I told him that I already knew all of the details. I don’t care if he was embarrassed in front of his friends or not. I told him to come home immediately or I was going to call the police and tell them that he stole my car.