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cops: upstate ny
Wednesday morning I got in my car and noticed that there was crap all over the floor of the front seat. Correction: I noticed that there was different crap than usual on the floor on my front seat. But since I'm a huge slob, I didn't think much of it (also I was running late), so I just took off the emergency brake and started rolling down the driveway into the street.
"Hmm," I thought to myself while I turned around. "My glove compartment's open. That's odd. I know I didn't go in there last night."
I shut it and shifted into first.
"Hm," I thought a few moments later. "I could have sworn that Diet Pepsi Twist can was in the cupholder last night. But maybe I finished it and put it on the floor ,where all of my empty cans go to die – HOLY CRAP THAT'S NOT EMPTY."
I swerved to a stop at the stop sign at the end of my street and retrieved the can and stared mournfully at the blobs of Diet Pepsi seeping into the carpet. I cared for approximately 2.3 seconds and then shifted into first again and got on the road.
"Hm," I thought as I blew down the main road by my neighborhood. "What is that whistling noise? That's odd. What could it – my door isn't shut! My passenger door isn't shut all the way! No one has used that passenger door in days! SOMEONE BROKE INTO MY CAR!"
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At this point I was blowing down the main road at like 45 mph and couldn't easily pull over or anything, so I just did a quick assessment and didn't see anything missing (there was literally nothing of value in my car, unless you value empty lip gloss containers and half-full cans of Diet Pepsi). But it FREAKED ME OUT, man! I called the 'rents and told them so they could check their cars, and then proceeded to go about my day, la de dah.
Flash forward to last night: My mother and I stayed up late gossiping about various people we knew until about 1AM, at which point we retired to our respective bedrooms and I settled in to watch my tape of The OC. And then I heard the garage door open.
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( family wackiness, etc, cut because this got really long )
"Hmm," I thought to myself while I turned around. "My glove compartment's open. That's odd. I know I didn't go in there last night."
I shut it and shifted into first.
"Hm," I thought a few moments later. "I could have sworn that Diet Pepsi Twist can was in the cupholder last night. But maybe I finished it and put it on the floor ,where all of my empty cans go to die – HOLY CRAP THAT'S NOT EMPTY."
I swerved to a stop at the stop sign at the end of my street and retrieved the can and stared mournfully at the blobs of Diet Pepsi seeping into the carpet. I cared for approximately 2.3 seconds and then shifted into first again and got on the road.
"Hm," I thought as I blew down the main road by my neighborhood. "What is that whistling noise? That's odd. What could it – my door isn't shut! My passenger door isn't shut all the way! No one has used that passenger door in days! SOMEONE BROKE INTO MY CAR!"
!!!
!!
!!!!
At this point I was blowing down the main road at like 45 mph and couldn't easily pull over or anything, so I just did a quick assessment and didn't see anything missing (there was literally nothing of value in my car, unless you value empty lip gloss containers and half-full cans of Diet Pepsi). But it FREAKED ME OUT, man! I called the 'rents and told them so they could check their cars, and then proceeded to go about my day, la de dah.
Flash forward to last night: My mother and I stayed up late gossiping about various people we knew until about 1AM, at which point we retired to our respective bedrooms and I settled in to watch my tape of The OC. And then I heard the garage door open.
!!
!!!
!!!!
( family wackiness, etc, cut because this got really long )