Status: Unabducted
What's playing on ipod?: DANCING SHOES by the Arctic Monkeys
Try this one out.
I'm all ready to go to my cousin's 18th birthday party (a cousin I haven't seen in several eons), I come to my car, and guess what's sitting in the driver's seat?
A big fu**ing rock.
And how did said rock arrive? Why, through the window of course. I must say, NY and my car seem to be in some kind of tiff, because I've been hit by an off duty cop who despite my freakishly fast reflexes reversed right into my grill, accumulated several parking tickets due to 'street washing' (yeah right), and then a nice, deep key-ing right in the hood of my car. Yup, I believe the exact terminology used by the vandals was 'Dick' (can you believe it? I'm such not a dick) and then yesterday...Mr. Rock.
But here's where the story get's interesting. I peer into my busted to merkatroits window, and the first thing I see (besides a bazillion fragments of glass) is two one dollar bills. Curious. I do a quick inventory and see that nothing is missing. My eyes go back to the two dollars. They're just sitting there, on top of the open, ransacked glove compartment door.
I'm gonna ask it. Why go through the trouble of a throwing a rock through a window, break in and enter, and then leave EVERYTHING? Especially two loosely rolled dollar bills that would have been so easy to just snatch; I mean they were right there.
And then I saw it. Sitting right next to the bills was a small, yellow card with neatly typed words. Every Sunday, my church (Calvary Fellowship in West Hartford, hoo-ya!) prints out a single verse relevant to the sermon preached on little yellow cards. This one evidently got away from me and slipped into the darkness of my overfilled glovebox. Lurking.
And then it pounced! Of course I'll never know exactly what stopped them from pilfering my belongings, but that little card was just sitting there. I think these guys just might have been God-fearing thieves.
Isn't that funny? I mean, how mad could I get?
Thanks God. You too Bill.
Steve out.
P.S. I would have preferred just a pic but evidently freezing a snapshot from a video on an iPhone is tougher than I first surmised...
Wow!!!
ReplyDeleteBummer. I was born in Brooklyn, grew up on Long Island, and lived in Farmington & East Lyme, CT. Seems we have some things in common, although stuff like this never happens to me. Past life disaster, perhaps?
ReplyDeleteJust kidding. Glad to meet you via Jeffe Kennedy (one of my faves) on Twitter.
That is certainly not how you want to start your day! But if the yellow card had really worked, wouldn't they have left you a note w/their name & number so they could fix it for you? Out of guilt? Or maybe been compelled to call the police and report themselves? ;)
ReplyDeleteI'm w/Debra; connected to you through Jeffe. Thanks for following my blog. It's a lot of mommy stuff you probably won't be interested in. But I also blog about writing. You can search by that topic to find posts you might like.
TGIF! :)