So I walk out my front door this morning a little early thinking I’ll take time to stop and get some juice and maybe a sandwhich at a gas station or something.  I go down the stairs and outside somewhat suprised it’s as warm as it is.   I walk towards my car and look down, crap, flat tire.  I open my trunk and begin to jack up my car when some guy walks up to me.  “That cops are down there”, he says.  I look at him bewildered and unsure, he goes back to blabbing on his cell phone.  He looks back at me, yeah, looks like someone came and slashed everyone’s tires in the parking lot.  I step back onto the curb and look at all the other cars.  Indeed, each on was a little slanted and lopsided.  Some were sunk down fully.  I appeared to be a lucky one because only one of my tires was slashed, some cars had all four. 

     Anyway, I call my dad and ask how to pop the panel off the tires to access the lugnut.  I begin the process and get the spare in place.  I notice the group of cops is still down the way so I walk down.  “Can we help you”, they say.  I explain my car is another slash victim and ask if they are getting names or anything.  They look at me stupidly, then a female cop who is in her car shouts, “We are on a different case number!  You need to call your slashing into the processor and get a case number and then someone will be sent out to help you!”  I roll my eyes and walk away thinking, “What a bitch!”   I just leave for work.  It’s not worth calling someone.  Nothing will be accomplished.  I arrive at the office to all the ladies standing around a window and watching an ambulance down the street blocking all of Central Ave.  What is going on?  Cops are there, then crime scene tape.  Odd.  Turns out, it’s a body.  A woman.  I get on CNN and see a Pakistan politician died.  Wow.  I can tell this is going to be an awesome day. 

     On a side note, Christmas was great, I didn’t get to see any of my friends really and I’m feeling forgotten. 


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