- Aug 30, 2001
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What an awesome Memorial Day. Wake up 8am (well, actually more like got out of bed at 8am since I got pretty much no sleep at all) to go play golf with my dad. We do this pretty much every weekend, and it's awesome, but today was different. I wasn't really excited about it since I was so tired, the weather is pretty grim and looks like it could rain and honestly I haven't been playing that well to begin with the last few times I've gone out.
Long story short, I play the worst I've ever played before and we were teamed up with this guy and his friend who'd never really played a real round of golf before, so it took fucking ages. By the time we're done (6 hours after we started) I'm hungry, tired and irritable. Here's where the fun begins!
Some shitty asshole broke into my truck while I was playing and completely trashed it! IN THE MIDDLE OF A SMALL PARKING LOT IN BROAD DAYLIGHT! I mean, what? There were apparently several other cars that were broken into as well because in the spots next to me I saw lots of pennies and broken glass on the ground. No glass was broken on my truck and it appears that my change compartment is still at maximum capacity.
So I do a quick search and the only thing wrong (aside from the mess) was the ruined passenger door lock. He pried it open with a screwdriver or something and completely demolished it. Other than that, nothing was missing. All my cds and my cd player are there, although scattered about. All my registration and insurance information still remains (I think), nothing is broken, nothing is gone. What a winner! Breaks in and steals nothing! Or so I thought.... on the drive home the sun came out pretty bright so I reached for my Oakleys. Nope, they're gone. Nowhere in the truck. HE STOLE MY SUNGLASSES! I suppose they were the most valuable item in my truck, now that I think about it. That really pisses me off because I wore those things all the time. If he'd have taken my cd player instead he'd probably be doing me a favor since I need a new one anyways. But my Oaks were my fave
I want to find that guy and burn his hands off with a soldering iron.
</livejournal>
What an awesome Memorial Day. Wake up 8am (well, actually more like got out of bed at 8am since I got pretty much no sleep at all) to go play golf with my dad. We do this pretty much every weekend, and it's awesome, but today was different. I wasn't really excited about it since I was so tired, the weather is pretty grim and looks like it could rain and honestly I haven't been playing that well to begin with the last few times I've gone out.
Long story short, I play the worst I've ever played before and we were teamed up with this guy and his friend who'd never really played a real round of golf before, so it took fucking ages. By the time we're done (6 hours after we started) I'm hungry, tired and irritable. Here's where the fun begins!
Some shitty asshole broke into my truck while I was playing and completely trashed it! IN THE MIDDLE OF A SMALL PARKING LOT IN BROAD DAYLIGHT! I mean, what? There were apparently several other cars that were broken into as well because in the spots next to me I saw lots of pennies and broken glass on the ground. No glass was broken on my truck and it appears that my change compartment is still at maximum capacity.
So I do a quick search and the only thing wrong (aside from the mess) was the ruined passenger door lock. He pried it open with a screwdriver or something and completely demolished it. Other than that, nothing was missing. All my cds and my cd player are there, although scattered about. All my registration and insurance information still remains (I think), nothing is broken, nothing is gone. What a winner! Breaks in and steals nothing! Or so I thought.... on the drive home the sun came out pretty bright so I reached for my Oakleys. Nope, they're gone. Nowhere in the truck. HE STOLE MY SUNGLASSES! I suppose they were the most valuable item in my truck, now that I think about it. That really pisses me off because I wore those things all the time. If he'd have taken my cd player instead he'd probably be doing me a favor since I need a new one anyways. But my Oaks were my fave
I want to find that guy and burn his hands off with a soldering iron.</livejournal>
