Another Jack City

So, my car was broken into last night across from Sweeney's Saloon in St. Paul. The desperado, who I'm sure has been involved in many high-profile, Ocean's Eleven-type capers, busted my driver's side window to abscond with my backpack, which had 1) my beloved baseball glove and 2) my dirty, yet brand new Nike cleats. He did leave me a glittering, sticky mess of bluish glass, however, and about one hour to get to Menard's and buy some packing tape, which my helpful friend Mikey Sanchez and I used to create a makeshift window for the night.

A surprisingly decent, 80% see-through window that made it to my temp job in Woodbury intact. From there, I made some calls and had an auto glass place come out to the parking lot of my workplace and fix that broken fucker right there. Did you know they did that? It's actually the standard, auto glass practice, I guess. My insurance, which I changed to liability after getting hit-and-run two months ago and having my car "totaled out", did not cover one speck of it, so I'm out $183 for the window as well as my damn baseball gear and my favorite hiking backpack, which I actually bought in Vancouver several years ago, to replace another backpack that was stolen from my car as it sat in the hostel parking lot.

That packing tape window sure rattled around seventy miles-per-hour. It was like I was half-car, half-boy-in-the-bubble for about twenty minutes.

Damn thieves!

6 comments:

Sgt. Misty Peppers said...

Gotta love insurance. You're there for them, making payments each month and they always get your back when the chips are down.

When my car got broken into, I didn't have any packing tape or plastic. I draped a Batman Returns T-shirt over the window to keep the snow out overnight. It worked pretty well, and looked kinda badass.

I think this Car and Opie have made an anti-death pact - neither one of them are going to die on you. They'll be doing to tango on your grave.

Missy said...

This really chaps my hide. I agree on the death pact.

David Oppegaard said...

I don't know, guys. Opie's already 22. This doesn't bode well for my own lifespan!

Anonymous said...

Opie is your cat? when did you get him? I can't get a cat because (A) I dont know how to take care of a kitten (B) I will have to get it microchipped and pay the council money for letting them let me keep it (C) I will have to get a permission from the apartment's body corporate - which involves all the residents getting a chance to say whether they think my cat will be a nuisance for them...

sigh! but totally worth all that pain, dont you think?

David Oppegaard said...

I inherited Opie from an ex-girlfriend about two years ago. I'm sure you could figure out all you need to know about taking care of a cat from the Internet (feed them, water them, scoop the litter box once a day, love them).

And having a cat is totally worth it!

Missy said...

Do not forget video taping their cuteness and putting it on youTube.

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