gone baby gone
my bag was stolen. at 3:30 today from pioneer park.i'm placing a hex on whoever stole it! my bag will be like hot lava on their sticky fingers.
meanwhile...it means my cell phone is probably in a dumpster somewhere. with everyones' numbers on it.
now that my debit card is cancelled i'm starting to think about what i really need.
i really need the following to BE RETURNED:
my mother-in-law's digital camera, my vinylicious wallet, my nissan thermos, my Farmers Market book, and my laptop cord.
and my cell phone.
did i mention my mother-in-law's camera? urgh.
uhh...someone is calling my work number from my stolen cell phone.
*****
k, dear reader, 30 seconds after i put the lava curse on my bag someone called to return it!
i am so witchy i can't believe it. =)
i ran down the street and met the nice man and woman in front of city limits bar. they were living out of a grocery cart full of random essentials. the top of their cart had a layer of well tended plants. the couple had a portable container garden! i hugged and thanked them for being so wonderful to track me down. and then i start crying because i couldn't give them any money when i checked my empty wallet.
when i cry it's an event. spectators want the blotchy-faced lady to feel better NOW.
homeless people want ME to feel better. NOW.
and this is why being a cursing, hex-placing, crying lady...works. the squeaky wheel gets oiled (and patted on the back.)
now what i NEED is...
for that homeless couple to have my stolen cash after all. and to spend it on cool stuff that isn't a meth addiction.
4 comments:
wow, andi! i almost took that post down as non-relevant to the food & art theme of my blog. (i kept the post up 'cause of the container garden in the grocery cart.) your praise is music to my ears! i'm going to have a fab week because of you and i hope YOU have a fabulous vacation!
much love, quel
Yay for vacations! Say hi to the fam from me. I hope Zina isn't too freaked out by Abby (aka, the gigantic walking carpet).
sidenote: I think of Xan everymorning when I clean the clinics in the health/science building. I bet he could diagnose every one of those manikins.
( which look doubly freaky at 4 AM. and I'm only armed with disinfectant!)
Maybe I should get them to call me Kj, the pathogen slayer!
--also this story is amazing.
Raquel...I totally wouldn't doubt for even one second that she has control over the forces surrounding her property.
I wish I were on vacation. I hope you have a wonderful time.
totally unrelated comment: I can't make it to Colorado after all, my life is getting out of hand right now and Germany is coming way too fast and soccer, and, and, and.... (i can't find your cell number...)
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