Yesterday, as I’m leaving work, I put my brand new iPhone 4 on top of my roof as I dig through my purse for my keys.
(Y’all know where this is going, don’t you?)
Three miles, four honks and 30 to 40 miles per hour later, someone finally gets my attention at a stoplight and points out to my that my damn phone is still on the roof of my car. Thank God for me having just washed it, and my nice grippy pink Otterbox case, otherwise Alyssa’s lovely phone would have slid off the roof and shattered into a thousand tiny expensive pieces.
So that happened. And I was VERY lucky.
But for every awesome action, there is an equal and opposite sucky reaction. And apparently mine came in the form of me getting my car broken into last night.
Nothing valuable was stolen, thank goodness. But it’s super annoying to have to get my passenger side window replaced, all because someone wanted a bag with a box of Wheat Thins, a set of short stories on CD and my coupon organizers.
I’m most pissed about the coupon organizers.
I’m also glad I didn’t forget to bring up my Girl Scout cookies that came in yesterday.
Bitches steal my Thin Mints, we got some problems.
So. What’s up with y’all?