I am nervous about the home office for a plethora of reasons. Will I be able to hunker down when my great dane brings a slobbery tennis ball my way? Can I resist the urge to vacuum daily??? Will business casual evolve to wanton nudity?!?!?! The early results are positive: the dog sleeps for 22 hours of every day, the floor is covered in animal hair, and I am fully clothed.
Yay. Yay for the home office.
One thing I wasn't nervous about was daytime theft. As many of you are aware, I live in the hood. Agents call it "burgeoning," but this is just a fancy way to make you feel better about finding used condoms on your front lawn.
Or, in yesterday's case, a set of keys.
Some explaining. Yesterday, I went to lunch and left my motorcycle on the other side of that door, in clear view of the first floor of the house (I'm not stupid). I went upstairs to my home office after lunch, having forgotten to put the bike in the garage (okay, maybe a little stupid). Later last night I went to move it and noticed a set of keys on the seat of the motorcycle. Someone else's keys.
Someone may have been trying to steal my motorcycle by trying a bunch of random keys. In broad daylight. In my front yard.
I put the keys on the other side of the door, just in case the erstwhile grand thefter person returned because he couldn't get into his crack house. I want him to know that his keys aren't lost after all, they are a mere six feet away from where he left them.
2 comments:
I suspect you will somehow find the strength to be able to resist vacuuming every day. I will encourage such weakness, however.
hahaha great story on the keys.
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