As any Douglas Adams fan knows, a towel is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitch hiker can have. Mom had ordered some fancy towels for my new digs and they were en route to my abode.
I come downstairs this morning and in the stairwell is my package.
And it’s been opened.
Someone took one of my towels.
The package was inside the building – inside a locked building and some asshole took one of my frigging towels.
I used to live in Uptown and this kind of bullshit didn’t happen. Yes, someone defecated on my stairs once – but nothing was ever stolen. Sure they busted a drug ring down the street but no actual theft from inside my building.
Mom is gonna be pissed! I talked to dad and it seems everyone is experiencing a chaotic week – and this after writing affirmations in my journals the past several mornings.
In other news, the lakeside air show is this weekend so the jets are out rehearsing. I always expect to see napalm falling from skies. I wonder who pays for all the jet fuel for the air show…