Friday, January 27, 2012
This morning I was snuggled under my down comforter waiting for the alarm to go off because why would Nana get out of bed early? The spouse comes into the bedroom and announces "We were robbed again and this time they took the white pickup."
The spouse keeps his vehicle keys in the shop. You remember the shop? It's the building that was robbed in December that we added a fancy new keypad entry device to prevent further break-ins. This time the thief broke in the window. The perpetrator took his/her time deciding which vehicle to steal. He took the spouse's "retirement" pickup. We purchased it last year so that when the spouse retired and gave up his company pickup, he would have a truck because you can't live in eastern Oregon without a truck. It wouldn't be manly!
The thief also took the spouse's new i-phone. He called my brother-in-law at 4:00 A.M. and when asked who it was, he replied "Who do you think it is, faggot?" Great, I wonder how many of the spouse's friends and customers got phone calls like that from his phone number?
The pick-up has On-star, but we never continued the subscription because we live in a small town and never get lost. We thought that On-star could help to recover the vehicle. Nope, they don't help unless you have an active subscription. They wouldn't turn off the engine.
I'm building some serious rage against "them." Today "them" seems to encompass thieves and everyone plotting against my serenity. I'm reserving some of my irritation for On-Star.
When I left home this morning the spouse was still talking to the sheriff.