OutdoorType

Because it is 4:30 in the morning and I got home only fifteen minutes ago I will relate just this one story for now about the evening…

My car, you might recall, was broken into on Monday.  The driver’s window was smashed and the GPS was ripped out, never to be seen again.  And where did this happen?  In front of my house.  My very, very fine house in the quiet suburban neighborhood of West Springfield, Virginia.

Fast forward six days.   I cannot for the life of me remember and/or figure out how this happened, but as we walked up to my car tonight I realised that the driver’s window was wide open!  It seems that somehow I managed to forget to roll up the window after parking the car. In the garage. In Adams Morgan.  And what sort of vandalism did I discover?  Which items recently placed back into the car were now missing?  None.  There was no vandalism.  There were no items missing.

I think my car karma has officially been reset to neutral.

Good night DC!