Tiny blessings

Right before Christmas, some asshole smashed the tiny window in the back of my car and stole my briefcase. As it turns out, the tiny window in your car is somehow the most expensive. “If the guy had smashed out your whole windshield, it woulda been cheaper than this,” explained the helpful Safelite repair technician. The most irritating part of the whole ordeal, though, was that there was not one thing of value in that briefcase to any outside party.  There were work documents, including an insurance policy that was waiting to be delivered to a client. That’s it. No computer. No phone. No iPod. Not even a million dollars in non consecutive unmarked bills. So I hope the asshole who stole the briefcase, in addition to bleeding out from the ebola virus, also had a shitty Christmas when he saw there was no bounty to be had.

Smash cut to today.  I get a call from work that a guy found my briefcase in the back of his truck. So the idiot thief didn’t even take the time to open the case after smashing my window. The helpful stranger who found the case in his flat bed, did break the lock off, saw my card and called my office. Exactly as Christ would have done! Life is still shitty. But perhaps, with a little resolve and some elbow grease, that shit stain will start to come right out of the carpet. (Optimism!)