So this happened
Last Thursday night I went to see The Wrens at the Music Hall. Decent enough show. Long day, maybe I just wasnt into it.
Anyway, back to my car at a quarter to 1 and we start to drive off when I hear all this rattling in the back seat. I look over my shoulder and realize that the rear passenger window had been smashed in and there were glass shards all over the fucking place.
Obviously this upset me. What made it worse was that this wasnt my car. I borrowed the car because mine was blocked in. I could have moved his car, pulled mine out, no problem but he offered, and I wasnt going to refuse. Far sweeter ride.
Bottom line is that I didnt know what, if anything, was missing. Nor was I sure how I was going to break this to the cars owner.
I came clean later that night. Nothing like getting woken up to, I parked your car and somebody smashed in the window. Sorry.
We made minimal efforts at cleaning shit up before a panicked look came across his face.
My briefcase.
What?
Wheres my briefcase?
We both knew the answer to that immediately. It was just that amidst the shock and daze, he had forgotten that he left his briefcase sitting on the back seat. I should have seen it. I should have checked in back, like I do all the time, noticed the briefcase, and locked it in the trunk. I didnt. So in addition to having to pay to have his window fixed, hes now out a briefcase, cash, credit cards, laptop, PDA, and various important papers that popped to mind periodically over the course of the night.
Over the course of a night spent tooling around the Tenderloin, flashlights in hand, looking for a discarded briefcase with papers that, although worthless to the asshole who punched in the window, were being desperately sought after until well after 3 in the morning.
So that happened. And I still feel guilty as hell. And no good news has come my way since then.
Im actually happy its Monday.
Last Thursday night I went to see The Wrens at the Music Hall. Decent enough show. Long day, maybe I just wasnt into it.
Anyway, back to my car at a quarter to 1 and we start to drive off when I hear all this rattling in the back seat. I look over my shoulder and realize that the rear passenger window had been smashed in and there were glass shards all over the fucking place.
Obviously this upset me. What made it worse was that this wasnt my car. I borrowed the car because mine was blocked in. I could have moved his car, pulled mine out, no problem but he offered, and I wasnt going to refuse. Far sweeter ride.
Bottom line is that I didnt know what, if anything, was missing. Nor was I sure how I was going to break this to the cars owner.
I came clean later that night. Nothing like getting woken up to, I parked your car and somebody smashed in the window. Sorry.
We made minimal efforts at cleaning shit up before a panicked look came across his face.
My briefcase.
What?
Wheres my briefcase?
We both knew the answer to that immediately. It was just that amidst the shock and daze, he had forgotten that he left his briefcase sitting on the back seat. I should have seen it. I should have checked in back, like I do all the time, noticed the briefcase, and locked it in the trunk. I didnt. So in addition to having to pay to have his window fixed, hes now out a briefcase, cash, credit cards, laptop, PDA, and various important papers that popped to mind periodically over the course of the night.
Over the course of a night spent tooling around the Tenderloin, flashlights in hand, looking for a discarded briefcase with papers that, although worthless to the asshole who punched in the window, were being desperately sought after until well after 3 in the morning.
So that happened. And I still feel guilty as hell. And no good news has come my way since then.
Im actually happy its Monday.
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I am feeling tons better today actually. Though while moving furniture I fell, I'm still feeling pretty keen actually. Go figure. Hope all is well for you love.
~cheers
-stinky