Today I was planning to show pictures of wonderful prezzies from Carol and Christina. Beautiful orange lace weight yarn was given to me on Wednesday night by Carol. It's stunning, it's lovely. It needs a suitable pattern for about 800 yards on needles no small than say a 4. If you know of one, let me know.
AND when I got home on Thursday I had a wonderful package full of goodies from Christina. Beautiful stitch markers, knitting note cards, lotion and soap. And I was going to show you pictures of the cutest dogs ever.
Unfortunately, I have a bit of a rant. Go away if you aren't in the mood to hear this.
Thou Shall Not Steal. It's number 8 on the list. It's common sense. It's just the way of the world. It's just not right. Is it really so hard? If it's not yours DON'T TAKE IT! Simple or at least it should be.
Last night the Husband and I went on a dinner date to The Cheesecake Factory (Cable Car Martinis ~ YUMMY!) Of course, we had too much food and a to-go bag was required. After dinner we went to Cantina Marina down on the Waterfront. We parked on Maine Street between the 600 and 700 blocks.
A dear friend of ours is moving back to Australia and we were attending his going-away bash. FUN! FUN! FUN! There was great music, fabulous friends, plenty of drink and a good deal of dancing. And a sober Husband to drive me and 2 other friends home. All in all I was having a grand date night.
We get to the car and the Husband says "oh, honey! be careful, your window is broken." I open the door and look at the floor. At this point, I was thinking "how odd. I wonder where the rock came from." The Husband says "anything missing?" I say very calmly, "just my purse." (Pause two beats.) Shrieking! "MY PURSE with my cell phone, my wallet, my hairclips, and my wallet is full of . . . ."
Missing was the to-go bag o'food and my purse. My purse that was wedged under the seat with the to-go bag o'food hiding it. Until I called all the credit card companies, I was feeling a bit sad. I've never, ever (Thank God!) been so hungry I've had to steal for food. How awful for this person and I guess s/he needed food that badly. They also needed gas, metro cards, more purchases at gas stations and more metro cards.
Three phone calls to DC's 911 operator, 3 calls to credit card companies, 1 crazy Phyl flagging down a Treasury Police Officer and having HIM phone it in (he was against me laying naked in the middle of the street to attempt to get DC Police to come fill out a police report, which is mandatory in order to not be held liable for the charges BTW) 1 trip to a club with 8 officers hanging around outside, 4 failed attempts at flagging down DC police driving by and 1 1/2 hours later, a DC officer comes by.
By this point I was standing on the median strip, ready to jump in front of the very next police car. And I did just that. Not to worry, I made sure he had room to swerve. We had insisted our friends take a cab home by this point.
Cop stops and says "next time you park, know where you are. you were 1 block off. I was over there (points to the area less than a city block away ON THE SAME STREET) over an hour ago." I notice he has a very gorgeous woman in the car with him. HELLO, what's up with that? And what was he really doing all this time?
Anyway, he comes over to the car and starts telling the Husband that he really should not have parked in this spot or even in the District if he wasn't willing to have something happen to the car. The Husband says, "there are no less than 6 people walking down this sidewalk right this very minute, there is a residential building to the right and a busy street to the left and TONS of meters. There is lighting. If it's not safe, why isn't it a no parking zone?"
The police huffed and said "Dude, you're in DC, North EAST DC" What exactly does this say about our Nation's Capital? Not 2 minutes after this officer starts taking notes, 2 others show up. When it rains, it pours.
These two were at least bit sympathetic to our situation. They asked if I'd made the calls to the credit card companies and laughed when I told them how shocked I was that they didn't take the 2 pairs of "good" sunglasses sitting in the cup holders between the seats. Or any of the five books on CD. They also managed to make the first officer become a bit more human and less cynical. Well, just a tad.
I asked the officer if he had a flashlight so that I could look in the bushes near the car for my purse. He told me not to bother, it wasn't there. The thieves don't work that way. They drive up, smash the window, take what they want and drive away. These thieves wanted our leftovers and my purse.
My purse. My fabulous little super-bargain that matched my shoes PERFECTLY. My purse. With my absolutely favorite lipstick, Hot Toddy. My purse. Containing my cell phone. The cell phone with all my friends and family phone numbers. (Please call me so I can re-save your numbers.) My purse. The one with my hair clips and receipts from work related stuff. My purse. The one with the all-important wallet.
My Coach wallet. The one that I saved and saved for. I bought it almost 10 years ago at the outlet store. It was a treat. A sign that I was a responsible adult. A wallet costing more than all my other wallets added up over my lifetime. I worked hard to be able to treat myself to that wallet. I was proud to be able to treat myself to it.
That wallet contained treasures. In it was a guitar pick the Husband gave me when he was "Not My Boyfriend." In it was 3 of those pennies that you get made in tourist-y areas. I only make them when the trips have real meaning. And a 50-cent piece, from 1971, which my Dad gave me because it was from the year I was born. Have had that with me since I was 16, it's gone now. THOU SHALL NOT STEAL! Those are/were MY things, not anyone else’s. What value to they have to anyone else but me.
Missing too is the poem from my rent-a-teen that I liked to read on days when I was feeling a bit blue. It's gone now. So are my almost full Subway (Eat Fresh!) card and my FULL Knit Happens Insatiable Knitter Card.
So, today we spent the day getting me a new cell phone, calling the credit reporting agencies (cause, yeah my Social Security card was in there too.) and trying to make sure we didn't miss anything. And I keep trying to remember Number 6. Thou Shall Not Kill.
I will never, ever, ever leave my purse behind. It was stupid of me, I know. And it could have been worse. One of us could have really been hurt. All in all, my life isn't as bad as those thieves. But for today, I'll be a bit ticked off.
I'll be back on Friday. I'm taking the Husband's car on my sales calls this week. I hope everything fits.