After a year or so layered with family estrangement & fighting, two (TWO) gut-punch medical revelations, a suicidal almost-brand-damn-new car, a stolen wallet & credit cards from our driveway you stupid punks (maybe aforementioned car killed itself in shame?), a depressing financial cul-de-sac, and a general layer of Meh spread on top of the entire crap sandwich...you could possibly understand that I couldn't help but laugh for just one second (maybe seven) when The Husband came back from his business trip a few days ago and let me know that GUESS WHAT I ACCIDENTALLY LEFT MY BLACKBERRY PLUGGED IN AT THE HOTEL AND THEN THEY STOLE IT.
Of course, we were assured that "our people are typically VERY good at turning things in like this". Uh-huh. Right. How SHOCKING it is that someone with little money and a low-paying job in a not-great area would see such a shiny silver pretty thing, unplug it from the wall, TURN IT OFF SO NO ONE CAN CALL IT, and take it home to kiss and caress and love while they figure out whether to sell it or try to scam their way into getting a number put on it. WHAT A SURPRISE.
Oh, maybe they are getting a pretty box with a big red bow to put it in before they turn it in to the front desk? You know, to make the reunion even that. much. more. special. Because they want to do the decent thing, but they want to do it with Flair. Yes. Of course.
You know, when I was about 8 or 9 years old, I went to a birthday party at the roller rink and my parents gave me a $10 bill for snacks. Do you have ANY IDEA how much candy or pizza or gross heating-carousel hot dogs could have been purchased with that?!? I set the money down next to me as I laced up my little skates, and made the mistake of absentmindedly walking away without it. Less than five minutes later, I ran back and it was gone. This asshole always-visiting-the-principal boy who was in my class had been right there, and people saw him walk around with the money (probably buying a giant piece of cheap, greasy pizza), but he denied it and no one could prove it. I cried into the shoulder of the parent chaperone. Would it have been that hard to turn it in and not stick it in your pocket? I felt violated and angry and cheated, and couldn't understand why anyone would take something that wasn't theirs and not have the decency to care that it belonged to someone else.
I would like to go back and kick that jerk in the balls.
...Same to YOU, Country Inn & Suites cleaning skank lady.
Also? Am SO READY for 2009. Please. 2008 can suck it.
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