I dust my hands

I found out this week that when you make the decision to LEAVE a city… you MUST sever all ties to that city. Randy is still working in THE city and apparently THE city missed us so much it wanted to keep a part of us for itself.

Randy walked out of his work establishment Wednesday night and found to his surprise (but not really surprised) that his car had been stolen. Yes we were robbed once again!!!!

The cops did recover our little prize commuter rice burner, but I still feel incredibly violated. He violated others too. They found the remnants of some poor woman’s purse contents scattered in the trunk of our car. He took Randy’s fresh from the press, still in their cozy plastic wrapping, text books, along with my parking pass for the U, and the car seat. (I sure hope he did not have one of his kids with him when he swiped our car.)

We were feeling pretty fortunate when we got the phone call to come and pick up the car. As we drove home together we shook our heads and laughed at our situation…until our chuckles for our misfortune turned into screams because the brainless criminal broke the latch on our hood. Naturally when we accelerated on the freeway the hood flew up and wreaked havoc on our lives once again. Fortunately we were not hurt just angry. Not only did we have our car stolen but it has now been crippled.

I dust my hands of THE city. It may have broke my windshield, bent the hood until it was unrecognizable and completely demolished the mirrors, but it helped me yet again realize we made the right decision.