So he calls and talks about how sunny, how warm, how blah blah blah.... Yes, how nice. *snark*
I went off to bed with my wool blanket.
Next morning, I turned on my phone and it quickly spills out a series of text messages.
"Our van was broken into..."
"Stole all the laptops..."
Followed by a list of tasks for ME. Change passwords, block online access, identity protection plans... Oh, caca, hay chihuahua.
Oh, and also, could I meet him at the airport on Friday because he doesn't have a key for the Civic. Anymore.
Well, I could meet him if he cared to wait around for a coupla hours. But then Chaco volunteered for key dropoff duty. All in all, it could've been worse. And he still got all that sunshine and Corona. And Karma will get the banditos.