An addition to the "Things I Don't Need" list
I went to the Palisades Center tonight in order to purchase Terry Pratchett's new book, Unseen Academicals, which was released today. I got a SCHWEET parking spot right outside of Barnes & Noble.
After locating my shiny new baby, I also picked up a copy of 1984, simply because it seems to be one of those books everyone should read, and I haven't done so.
On my way to devour delicious, delicious salmon, I ran into
spreadsothin and her hubby. We chatted for a bit, but my tummy was demanding fishes.
I went to East, ate my weight in cheap salmon, paid my bill, and went to go home.
Back out at my awesome parking spot, I discovered that my driver's side mirror was no longer properly attached to my car.
In fact, it was sort of hanging by a wire.
No note. Nothing.
Motherfucker.
Called Mom, who said she'd send Dad over to stick it back on, and that yes, I should file a police report.
Locked the car, went back inside. Trekked down to the food court, where I know the police station was. Unfortunately, there was nobody there.
Went BACK up to B&N, and asked if they had the number for the Clarkstown police. Called the cops, and waited.
Dad and the cop got there at the same time. I talked to the cop while Dad duct taped my poor car back together.
The cop said it was a good idea to file the report, even if nothing comes of it. He's going to check the security cameras, but neither of us are hopeful.
This is really more annoying than anything else. It's probably going to be at least a couple hundred bucks to fix, plus a batch of cookies. That's if I'm lucky and Steven can get the parts and do the repair. If not, it will probably cost me more, only without the cookies.
I have the money. It's just that I'd rather be spending it on something else.
Rar. Just...rar.
After locating my shiny new baby, I also picked up a copy of 1984, simply because it seems to be one of those books everyone should read, and I haven't done so.
On my way to devour delicious, delicious salmon, I ran into
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I went to East, ate my weight in cheap salmon, paid my bill, and went to go home.
Back out at my awesome parking spot, I discovered that my driver's side mirror was no longer properly attached to my car.
In fact, it was sort of hanging by a wire.
No note. Nothing.
Motherfucker.
Called Mom, who said she'd send Dad over to stick it back on, and that yes, I should file a police report.
Locked the car, went back inside. Trekked down to the food court, where I know the police station was. Unfortunately, there was nobody there.
Went BACK up to B&N, and asked if they had the number for the Clarkstown police. Called the cops, and waited.
Dad and the cop got there at the same time. I talked to the cop while Dad duct taped my poor car back together.
The cop said it was a good idea to file the report, even if nothing comes of it. He's going to check the security cameras, but neither of us are hopeful.
This is really more annoying than anything else. It's probably going to be at least a couple hundred bucks to fix, plus a batch of cookies. That's if I'm lucky and Steven can get the parts and do the repair. If not, it will probably cost me more, only without the cookies.
I have the money. It's just that I'd rather be spending it on something else.
Rar. Just...rar.
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NOW I have to stay on top of Steven to make sure this shit gets taken care of before the crappy weather starts.
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I hope it costs less than you fear...and that Steven can fix it!
I also hope it's on the security cam...and that they catch the bastard!
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We got some real assholes up in this here county.
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It was nice seeing you, too!
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I'm going to have my brother look at it. He'll know what to do!