My grandma is going to be here today. I find it a little nerveracking that every weekend there is another reason to clean the house. Where is the weekend which requires me to descend into madness? Nowhere, that's where.My friend Aaron's car got broken into yesterday. Once the insurance clears, he will be left with a very good story. The story is as follows: Aaron, Paul and Colin were leaving another wildly successful D&D campaign and heading to their cars. As they were talking, they heard a noise towards the direction of Aaron's car. First they described it as a window breaking, but once it was determined that the window was probably broken already, the noise was deemed "criminal" and not explained further. The criminal noise interrupted their conversation and the threesome headed over to check it out.
And there, digging behind the steering column of Aaron's car, was a young Hispanic male. They regarded each other.
"I can't get the damn thing to start," said the man. I didn't hear about his mannerisms but I assume he shrugged and laughed a little, sort of nervously at-ease gesture that would have sent our boys on their way, save for the obvious problem at hand.
"That's probably because it's my car," said Aaron.
A moment of shock punctuated by the always-tactful Paul's pointing and laughing, and the thief was scrambling over a near wall with Aaron's speakers. The man was encouraged to "run [like a] little bitch" and the fun was over. Paul came back to the apartment where I was cleaning up for bed and asked for a phone book, the cops came and got everyone's statement, and Aaron drove home without his stereo.
Otherwise, I've just been working. Another cashier girl got hired, came into work yesterday and fainted. Turns out she's two months into her fourth pregnancy - if she makes it to term, the second successful - and gets these fainting spells "all the time." An ambulance took her away and my boss speculates she's out of a job, for her own good. She just needs to get something that requires sitting and being on the computer, I think, like my Greyhound job last summer. I kind of miss that job. If it weren't for the constant fear of supervisor review, I could have had a lot more fun with that job.
