I think I lost it on my way to KY last week. If you find it, please return it to me. My soul is missing it.
I hate to admit it, but over the past week or so, I’ve made a few key decisions I’m not too proud of. They don’t seem too bad at the time, but looking back I have to think to myself “Seriously?”.
Today I was visiting with SAS at her salon on her break. When I was leaving, I was walking to my car and noticed a white truck blocking my way. I went to approach the driver to let them know that they would need to move their car…then I notice the driver is not in his car…HE’S IN MINE!! AHHHHH! There was a strange man sitting in my car!
Do I call the cops?
Do I go inside the salon and get someone?
Do I scream fire?
NO. Due to my lost rationale, I go up to my car and start yelling at the man.
SJ: WTF are you thinking? You’re in my car. WHAT ARE YOU DOING in MY CAR???
Creepy White Truck Man: I thought it was my brothers car and brother is a crack head who just broke into his house.
SJ: REALLY? Well then why are you holding the cast to my GPS?
I know I don’t always come off like a brainiac, but I’m pretty sure that he may be a crack head like his brother. I then proceed to push him and try to get him to wait for the cops. He got around me, jumped into his old white truck and drove away. I tried to go and catch his plates, but the little devil had already taken them off his car!
WHAT WAS I THINKING???
So, if you find my rationale on the side of I-77, please send it my way. I’d kill for it back. My sanity needs it.
*I’m very lucky that I am alright. Nothing was taken out of my car. I just feel like someone took a slice of my comfort and security. If this ever happens to you, which I hope it never does, call the cops, a friend or let them take your belongings. Just stay away.