Okay. I can officially tag this as one of, if not THE weirdest day in my life.
I come out to my car this morning at 6:20 in the blistering cold to find my window has been shattered. Awesome. A robbery.
Exhibit A: A broken window
Great.
So I open my door with the thought that my GPS and other good stuff is gonzo for sure. But then I look at my seat and my sunglasses case is sitting there. I figure they took my sunglasses (value approx. $160) out and left the case, yeah? No. Sunglasses there. Look in my center console. GPS (value approx. $350) is still there. My glove box has been rummaged through and left open and even my gym bag I had sat there had been looked through.
My GPS, inexplicably un-stolen.Interesting afterthought: all day I thought that they had stolen NOTHING. So I thought that was really weird. Here's what's even weirder, I just realizd only 10 minutes ago that they stole my shoes from my gym bag. My FREAKING shoes!
I mean, they were nice shoes. I have
blogged about them before. And I guess if you are a size 13 and like running then they will work out for you. But come on. Atleast show me some respect and take my GPS. I mean, my shoes?
I ran my first half-marathon with you. You will not be forgotten.Anyway, that is sort of an afterthought because I went all day thinking that nothing was stolen. So I call my mom, and my friend, and my work panicked, and then I called 911. They were like, "Okay, we can take your report over the phone. Some one will call you eventually."
So, I'm like, "Okay. I guess I just have to go to work and carry on with my day." The bad part, like I said, it was 30 degrees outside. And I had to drive to work at 70mph with no window. NOW, the Iceman cometh.
Freeeezing my ass off on the way to work. Double jacketed. It took me about 20 minutes before my hands unfroze enough to type and another hour before my core temperature got back to normal. Luckily my supervisor guy at work, who has gone from a guy I feared to a guy I am pretty cool with, let me shuffle my hours around so I could go get my window fixed this afternoon.
The window place I went to took like an hour and a half, but I wasn't really concerned. The owner lady was this really interesting Iranian woman who is of the
Bahá'í Faith and was awesome. Between her and the woman from Jamaica that was also waiting for glass work, it was actually a great time. Probably the best time of my life.
So, if there's a moral, and there always is, it's something like: when life gives you broken windows, make broken-windowaid. Or broken window pie. Or, shrug it off, roll with it, and stay positive. That's the secret to my success.
Oh, and if I see someone wearing some size 13 Asics Gel-Kinetics that are red but kind of look hot pink in the sun, well, it won't be pretty.
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