Normally I’m a Pollyanna sort, but the events of this past week have me feeling more like Maleficent. Let me count the ways:
My car window was smashed in while I was swimming at a local park.
My favorite handbag, the one I bargained for entirely in Spanish on my visit to a mercado in La Antigua de Guatemala, was stolen.
My credit cards were used in questionable locations. At least the thieves are interesting.
My passport is gone, along with my driver’s license, insurance, and prescription cards, etc.
I’ve made more phone calls in the past four days to take care of this stuff than I’ve had to make in the last four years. I could have built and furnished a three story treehouse in the time I’ve spent on hold.
I had day surgery which, while not related to the robbery, sure didn’t make me feel like a princess.
I have enough intestinal gas to power a small fleet of cars.
My completed “buy ten massages, get one free” card was in my stolen handbag. This might piss me off more than all the other losses combined. I NEED that massage.
I just dropped a 32 oz. diet Dr. Pepper in the driver’s side floor of Studly Doright’s pickup truck. He’s already angry at me for the loss of my purse, so I need to go and clean up my mess.
I know Pollyanna is still in here somewhere, but I might need to exorcise the villain first.
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 
I once knew a gal who went to Rome with her crucial cash/cards etc. about her person and in her handbag, otherwise empty was half a house brick (thus giving the look and feel of being full) and just a handwritten note with a message within containing some rather rude words only to be read by a thief! She still wonders what the young chap on his moped thing who rode by her and stole thought when he finally opened said bag!
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That’s a wonderful idea. I’ve plotted many revenge scenarios since Tuesday.
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He probably didn’t understand English. Italy is at the tail-end of language learning skills…
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I think the multiples of the ‘F’ word (and similar) are universally known plus many more Europeans speak English notwithstanding we don’t bother to learn their language…my jaunts into Belgium for example are ones where it is almost impossible to find a Belgian without perfect English…good point you raise though.
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That’s a serious number of tragic things to happen in one week. I hope you can restore all of those lost credit issues and get them sorted out. And get that massage. 🙂
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I went for a pedi yesterday. That helped a great deal.
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I think you are entitled to feel villainous, I would too.
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Thanks. But I must stop dwelling on it.
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True…but a few days is ok….them move on
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This morning I must decide if I’m ready to go back to the pool where my purse was stolen. It’s making me anxious and that’s a new emotion for me.
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Understandable…..is it something you can face headon and just get on with, or is it something deeper?
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I’ll be figuring it out. Some of my concern is merely logistical. There are no good places at our pool to store valuables. I’m going to look rather odd swimming with a handbag tied round my neck.
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Don’t they have lockers?
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There may be lockers; I’ve just always gone to the pool area.
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Our local pool has little keys on wrist band for minimal cost
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I’ll have to see if this one does; although, I’ve never seen anyone wearing one.
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Pin number?
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Maybe!
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I’ll check today.
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Talk about a rough day! I hope tomorrow is better.
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Gotta be!
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Fingers crossed! 🙂
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May they be cursed until the end of time
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Indeed!
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