Thursday, May 04, 2006

I got lucky.

I wish I could tell you that it's what you are thinking, but this, my friends is the old fashioned "whew" (not woo woo) kind of lucky. the kind where prior to knowing you got lucky, a horrible sick feeling passes over your soul and the first thing you think is, "fuck".

Last night I walked out of derby practice and around the corner into the next parking lot because, although I practice at a large popular skating rink, the parking lot only has room for maybe 15 cars. The rink shares it's lot with several other businesses, so, I parked in the grocery lot next door.

Came out several hours later, and saw that my car trunk was open. all the way open. When I caught my heart again, I walked over and saw that nothing was missing, not even my sleeping bag (which is worth far more then the fax machine it's currently sharing the trunk with) The guy at the donut shop? told me he had kept his eye on my car all evening. Thank goodness for the kindness of strangers.

In other bonehead news, not only did I put my sweater on inside out this morning, but I recently discovered that my underwear are inside out too. dangit.


Sensei Ern said...

First, you should see if Donut Guy is single. And, not gay. More than looks or money, you want a guy who looks out for you, even if he has no idea who you are.

Also, he knows his priorities and responsibilities, and is resourceful. He had to stay at the shop, but he used what he could to make sure your stuff was protected.

Second, the day after my wife and I "had relations", she showed up for work with her dress inside out. She could not figure out why people were laughing until her office friend pulled her aside and said, "You must have got some last night."

Ginamonster said...

Eew. Just eew. At his age, I believe he has a wife.
And Sadly, it wasn't because I got some. oh well.