Ahmal the Night Visitor

Just when you thought it was safe, KER-POW!!!!

After having the afternoon off Monday, I got a lot done around the house, turned in early, and woke up truly refreshed yesterday morning. I let my dogs out, did a load of laundry, made a pot of coffee, checked my email, got ready for work, went into my garage, opened the door to my car and then....

I got that "not-so-fresh" feeling.

I noticed that in my car all of the things that were in the glove box, the center console container, and some papers in my back seat looked as if Hurricane Edouard made a random stop IN my vehicle. My heart started pounding...

I looked through all the things in my vehicle, trying to recollect what it was I actually HAD in my car. Anyone that knows me knows I have difficulty remembering what day it is, let alone be able to complete a total mental inventory of EVERYTHING in my car. I suddenly realized that my cell phone, my cell phone charger, about $10 worth of change, and my favorite sunglasses (when I decide to wear them) had suddenly been liberated from my clutches.

Yes, people, someone or someone and a friend, was ballsy enough to go into my garage, into my car (the one day I DON'T lock it) and stole these items. Apparently they needed those items more than me, but apparently were not astute enough to even use the phone by the time I called my cell phone provider (or maybe they were, depending on how you look at it) and reported it stolen.

Funny though, is that apparently they aren't fond of my musical tastes. Apparently this Night Visitor isn't too fond of classical music, Jonathan and Darlene Edwards' Greatest Hits Volume II, the soundtrack to the Frogs, or a stunning selection of arias from Handel's operas sung by none other than the great Renee Fleming. All of my CD's were still left in my car, even though they had been ransacked just like the center console.

I have always thought I had great taste until yesterday. Then again, when I recall the time when I had a short stint as a bartender, the frequently-sauced owner threatened to fire me for playing music she didn't like. Trust me, I have the wherewithal to know that classical music isn't probably the best option to play for a bar that patrons sporting mohawks, are ex-pole dancers, or pretend to be some other ethnicity that they aren't tend to frequent. I mean, who DOESN'T like the "one hit wonders" of the 80's, the Smiths, cool jazz, or the like?

Apparently my taste sucks. I was, however, consoled when my 19 year-old employee at work did say that I bought "a pretty sweet phone." However, I've spent a couple of hours trying to figure out how it works, since it now slides, chirps, has a touch screen, and has regular phone buttons. The jury is still out on my phone's "sweetness." And, I still don't know how to save numbers. I guess I shouldn't be too distressed about this, seeing that I usually NEVER keep my cell phone on me, and my friends often complain that I never call. At least, for now, I have an excuse for not calling.

I should be able to be technologically savvy enough to figure this out, but I can't help but feel like my parents did whenever my brother and I got them new technology. I guess I'm getting old. Besides, I was hoping that catching this sneaky little shithead would be easy, as I was hoping that I would hear the vocal styling of Renee Fleming blasting out of a souped-up Honda Civic with the bleacher-bench spoiler and Herbie-the-love-Bug muffler on the back, and I could catch them red-handed...

But alas.....