So… The title of Saturday’s entry was going to be Quixotic Endeavour .
And it’s true that Carlo and I had a great Friday night at the civic center, seeing
an awesome performance of Man of La Mancha. (a musical based on Don Quixote) There’s no way I could have passed up seeing such a Quixotic show. It was beautiful, very well done, and a lot funnier than my audio CD makes it sound. It was all done with basically one backdrop, and a lot of cool lighting, and a really neat idea, it was basically a play within a play, with an extra play thrown in there. (well musical, but
you understand.)
And I was going to burble some excited paragraphs about how much fun it was, and how much I wished you could have come, and those things being true… but. well, we spent our Saturday in a completely different way.
Saturday morning, woke up, got ready to go out for errands, walked down to the car. (the new neon R/T we got a week and a half ago) Carlo had to point it out, but there, all over the car, was glass. Glass on the sunroof, Glass on the wipers, glass on the seat, and no glass in the passenger side window.
So many emotions, so angry, so frustrated, so in tears. And then I remember, I had also left my jewelry bag in the the glove box… ugh. Of course it was gone. And yes, it should have never been there, but, sigh.
I don’t have much jewelry, and only a couple things in it really had any worth to me, things Carlo gave me for my birthday. Overall nothing even added up to the deductible. They also took an empty CD case that was in the glove box. (the CD is still in the CD player), and a bit later we noticed they took everything out of the trunk. The trunk had a box of empty gaming boxes, a box of toy models that Carlo had put together in his youth, and some miscellaneous pictures of his dad, and some other things Carlo’s mom was cleaning out of her basement.
It just make any sense, the car was sitting out underneath a streetlamp, out in front of our apartment. We live in a nice neighborhood, I guess it can happen anywhere. Sure doesn’t make you feel safe though. We’re happy the robbers overlooked some other things, camouflaged by a cubs food bag. (mostly stuff just transfered from the Trans am we traded in) And we’re not quite sure what they’ll do with the stuff they got, which was, mostly just sentimental in value.
We spent the whole day calling the police, the apartment complex, my insurance guy, and trying to get the window fixed.
We actually made an appointment for a place across town, but when we got there no one was around. I had to sit in the back seat, all bundled up, and it was still really cold with the wind whipping through the broken window. I was not happy I had to ride back like that. Glass places are flakey. I actually am waiting right now for a guy to finish working on my window, as we speak. When the first place was a bust, Carlo made an appointment for some guy to come out between 7-8 this morning. I get a phone call at 7:45, to make an appointment! Great… Thankfully the girl sent someone over, and he should be done sometime soon. If I stand up I can see him working on my car door.
All in all, an unpleasant ordeal
We feel better today, but Saturday we were feeling really vulnerable.