The Diary of a Dummy

I would like to dedicate this post to my main man PJamez, as I was on the phone with him for an important section of it....

I went to a Timberwolves/Wizards game last Tuesday. I had been excited to see Al Jefferson play, but he got hurt about a week before. To be honest, I could only name about three other players on the team. I knew it was two of the worst teams in the NBA, but my sister and I got pretty sweet tickets...for free.

So Summer meets me at the stadium after work, and I drive to the nearest metro stop. We park in a ramp, get on the train, have a burrito and watch the game. It was a good time.

We get back to my car, and I unlock the doors, open my door and sit down. Then I notice that my window is cracked open about an inch.

After saying a bad word, I started to look for things that were missing from my car. My CD wallet was still there...so I figured the vandals that broke into my car had poor choice in music. My IPod was still in my center console. Two movies and a Wii game were all under a seat. I couldn't think of anything that was gone.

Is it possible that I when I rolled down my window to take the ticket for the garage, I just didn't roll it all the way back up? I guess....

I drove us back to the stadium and dropped my sister off. As I pulled up to the first light outside the stadium, it hit me...my gym bag was gone. I was pretty sure I had grabbed it that morning because I thoguht the tickets were going to fall through. I wasn't 100% sure, though, I might have left it at home.

I called PJamez when I was almost home, and during our conversation I told him about the potential break-in. When I got home, my gym bag was still gone, and Pat thought it was hilarious as I was freaking out. The actual monetary value of the loss was minimal. Shirt, shorts, underwear, lock...nothing big, but it was a bunch of stuff that would be annoying to replace. Get a new duffel bag, memorize a new lock combo...at least my IPod wasn't in the bag, because it usually is.

I was really annoyed that savages would break into my car, and not steal anything valuable.

The next morning, I went into work, and my gym bag was sitting on a chair in my cube. I had brought it in to download some podcasts from ESPN. When the tickets materialized, I grabbed my IPOD (I never leave anything of value on or in my desk overnight) but left the bag.

Sometimes I'm so smart, it absolutely hurts.