Today was one of those days most people would call 'unusual' or possibly 'strange', maybe even 'bad'. Not me though, today was just a day in the life...


So, after coming off of a miserable weekend and trying to find my motivation, self-esteem, and general over all contentedness, which have fallen to an all time low, I figure things can't get much worse.

Famous last words, I tell you. I honestly should know better. I get my miserable ass out of bed this morning and head out to my car to go to work. Before I'm even in the car, I can see someone has been in there. CDs are all over the passengers seat, my glove box is open, and it's in more disarray than my car normally is. Somebody ransacked my car. This isn't the first time since I've lived here, but it seriously pissed me off. Now because of the reassessment I'm going to paying a crazy amount to live in a house that was probably over-appraised in the first place where it isn't even safe to park my car next to my door under my carport. (Most of that belongs in another story, but you got it anyway.)

The insane thing about this ransacking is that wit all of the stuff in my car worth money...a bluetooth, perfume, etc etc...they didn't take any of it. Basically they raped my car for about $2 or $3 in change.

If there is a better way to start a day, I can't imagine what it is.

So, I get over all of that and head to my first store. That is its own special treat and I ran into a situation that I had to go somewhere else and come back later. Incredibly pissed, I decided to head off to my second store, which generally doesn't take very long at all. To waste time though, I sat and chatted with the manager for 40 minutes or so as he had time available. When I decided it was time to head back out, I got into the car and started the engine and as I was turning the key I realized I was sitting on something. Something that I hadn't been sitting on when I got out of the car.

I reach under my butt and pulled out a cell phone. Not my cell phone, but I had a few seconds of worry as I reached into my pocket for mine that I got a new phone and had completely forgotten about it. In my bafflement about where this mystery phone came from, it dawns on me that I am STILL sitting on something that wasn't there before. I reach under my butt again and this time pull out a Garmin GPS. It took me a minute to figure out what it was...and I was reaching under my butt yet again to see if I would find something else that might magically appear under there. (Nothing else appeared.)


I'm trying to figure this out. My doors were locked (lesson learned). My windows were up. My sunroof was tilted up, but that interior door that I guess blocks the sun was half way closed so that I could block some sun and still let some air in or out. That is the only way anyone could have put anything in my car and it seems highly strange to me that both a cell phone and a GPS would actually get to my seat and not get stuck on that interior thing.


I tried to turn the cell phone on. It was dead. I tried to turn the GPS on and it was near dead (I'm thinking that's what those bars were...but I've never used a GPS so I could be wrong...that could be just like a cell phone and be the signal strength)

I immediately started calling people to question my sanity. I know I've been less than happy lately and I thought maybe I'd gone completely off the deep end. I was assured repeatedly that although I've been moody I still seem pretty rational.

So, I'm left with questions. Maybe someone out there has the answers...

How do you suppose these things ended up in my car?

Do you suppose I am suffering fugues in which I go on thieving rampages and simply can't remember that I've been on a thieving rampage?

If someone did put this things through my sunroof, why would someone put these things through my sunroof? (one of the people I called looked the GPS up online and it's a $400 unit...who just throws something like that in someone elses locked car?)

Is it a little too odd that on the same day my car is raped the universe bestows upon me electronic presents?

And finally, do you suppose I will always be granted electronic presents from the air (or is my bum the giver of gifts?) every time my poor car is maliciously molested?