the nice older couple next to me on the flight home asked, "do you live in atlanta?"
"born and raised."
"we visited once. only place we have ever been robbed." apparently they just missed someone breaking into their car in a parking garage on 5th street. 'they must have been in a hurry; all they took was my purse."
when i related this tale to the boys a few hours later, chuck smirked and reminded me that his place was on 5th.
where my truck was parked.
irony is a bitch.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
so titled by my beloved friend jerry. the not-so-much-a soap opera that is my life as i simultaneously embrace and attempt to avoid genuine adulthood
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