Because we’ve been working in the basement, our garage is a bit of a mess at the moment and I’ve had to park my car outside. At 5:30 in the morning I was walking Jeff down to his car before he left for work when I remembered I wanted to give him something I’d left in my car. I ducked outside and opened the door, unaware that he had followed me.
“Um, did you not lock your car?” he asked me
“No. I mean, I don’t leave anything important in it so it’s not like there is anything in my car that someone could steal.” I replied.
Jeff looked at me for a minute and then said “Okay. But you do realize that just makes it easier for someone to steal the entire car, right?”
So, if there are any would-be thieves reading this I would just like you to know that my highly desirable 1998 Chevy Cavalier is totally locked. Also, I strategically placed a copy of Twilight on the front seat so if you do steal my car, your thug friends are totally going to mock you for reading girlie books.
Anyhow, I am not the only one lacking in common sense.
I was expecting a package from UPS and when it never showed I emailed the sender and asked for the tracking number.
I was like YES! THIS! THIS IS A GREAT PLAN!
You don’t have my street address so the best way to get that information would DEFINITELY be to mail a post card to the street address that you don’t know asking me what my street address is. This makes total sense. There is most certainly not a better way to get this information.
Once I finally got an employee on the phone, I told him that I needed to give him my correct street address so that they could put my package back out for delivery.
“Oh, did you get our postcard?” he asked me
No. No, I most definitely did not.