Tuesday, October 18, 2005

F@#K! F@#K! F@#K!

I woke up a little early this rainy morning to make sure I got into work on time. Cigarette in one hand, Pepsi in the other I strolled across the street to my primo parking space. At that moment I even thought "I can't believe I got such a great parking space on a Monday night!" My happy changed to sad when my key wouldn't fit into door lock. I had just paid nearly $400 to get it fixed. They had to ship stuff in from Japan. I was even more dismayed when I was able to open my door. Sure enough my CD player was gone. They tossed my whole car and even took the spare tire. That's what I get for saying something nice about my neighborhood. I'm not saying nice about anything anymore: neighborhood, Cubs, or parking space, nothing. The worst part is I'm now stuck sitting in LA traffic with no music or XM. I can't get a new stereo till I get the car doors fixed, and it''s not like I have time to get that done.

7 comments:

bobby said...

Take the quiet drive time to re-assess where you are in life, then come to conclusion that, yes, you *should* step back into the North Hollywood fold. Long Beach, what a hole.

MOL Junior said...

ABRASIVE TITLE!!!

that sucks though, dude. didn't jiff leave a trail of crumbs for you on his way to crime-free malibu or boudler?

Bradford said...

I apologise for the title, but those were the first words out of my mouth. My solution is to find an apartment with garage parking.

Tim said...

Dude, that ba-lows! I am sorry. However, I have thought of a solution. See, I have this old boombox with a cassette player. Battery operated. That's all I'm gonna say.

faith said...

OH MAN!! So sad! It sucks when you life is invaded like that!

Don't need to appologize for the title! I would have said the same thing.

The Diva said...

Sucktacular!! I'm so sorry to hear this. That happened to me ALL the freaking time with my old car. For some reason it seemed to say "Hey, there big boy, like older women? I'm a '91 Taurus and have I got a CD player for YOU!"
Except they'd just smash my windows in, root around for something of value and not usually find anything except the stereo. One time the thief took my cell phone charger, left all my CDs sitting in plain sight, hid my Sheryl Crow tape in the console, and threw the wire brush I use on the suede bottoms of my dance shoes into a puddle two blocks away. Random.

Keymaster said...

I know of a two bedroom apartment for cheap in Whittier. It's my dream place but I live in Dallas so I guess I'll have to pass on it.