Robbed

It's not the first time my car has been broken into. And really, it's just been a better of time. My condo has had quite a few break ins recently. Just the garage, keying cars and breaking windows.

So, I'm running out to a breakfast meeting this morning and see the glass scattered all over the garage. A quick check into the back seat and I see a small box of votives that I never took out of the car after the wedding. It's open and a few votives had been smashed on the floor of the car and the garage. Angry, I still giggle at the image in my mind of a stupid robber thinking he got lucky, breaking a window to find votives from Ikea. Ha!

The Police Station. They tell me there was a rash of breakins last night, put me on hold, then tell me they'll call back. They do, which is a nice change.

The Insurance Company. I have a $500 deductible. The good news, the window will cost less than that! The bad news, it's all out of pocket.

The Window Company. They're heading out in a few hours to fix it. Excellent. I left Chris with the car so he can do all the yelling if the tint doesn't match. (Thank you sweetheart.)

The irony of the whole situation is that I'm the one who sends the emails begging people to remember to NEVER leave things in their cars. And I'm usually so good. Last night I slipped and left my gym bag in the backseat. Mostly in a self-inflicted guilt trip to only run upstairs, give Chris some cupcakes, and then head out to the gym. It was the cupcake that got me. Who goes to the gym after eating a decadent flourless chocolate cupcake? On my second attempt at heading to the office I realize that's what caught their eye. My canvas gym bag. With my iPod. Shit.

You know, that iPod really was too big for me anyway.