The Bad Suff That Happens To Me Lately Seems To Involve My Car
So since my last post.. while hubby and I were driving (on I-95, by the way) we hear a loud pop and then suddenly can’t drive anymore. We pull over and realize that one of our tires blew out.
Well, that’s not the worst of it. For those of you who have been to my old place before, you know that the only way to park your car is to valet it. But there is a city parking garage right next door that we were told we could park at after 6pm and on the weekends, and we won’t get tickets or anything. Since Joe and I don’t really like valeting our car, we would ALWAYS park our cars in that garage, every damn weekend.
Well, on our LAST night at the place…no literally. Our LAST night, all our shit was packed in boxes and we were getting a Uhaul the next day to move out. We hear a knock on the door around 5am, and it was the cops…someone broke into our car. You motherfuckers couldn’t wait just ONE more night to decide to break into peoples cars?!?!?!
Joe’s Tumi bag was stolen, which was filled with some of my crap, including one of my Coach bags.
Posted: Thursday, December 11th, 2008 @ 9:19 pm
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December 12th, 2008 at 10:28 am
Jesus. If you didn’t have bad luck, you’d have no luck at all!