So this morning as I was working on chapter five of Locked Away I got a call from an unfamiliar number, usually I don’t answer such things but something said “eh mines well.” So I answered it and it was my sister’s non-boyfriend boyfriend, apparently my sister’s car was a victim in a multi-car break in hullabaloo. A total of 8 cars were broken into sometime last night. The robber(s) broke my sisters window completely and took her radio completely out. A guy down the way had his in car TVs stolen and his girlfriends air pump thingy was taken, she also had a NOZ thingy and they took it but left it halfway down the street. They also managed to pop her trunk and pull out all the stuff that was in there, clothes and papers. Fortunately they left my huge picture of Captain Jack in there (maybe they knew I would hunt them down like the dogs they were if they took it.) My parents went over there so they could be with her while the cops can and my dad could tape up the window with a grocery bag, until she could get it fix. I was left at home with my brother but once I was convinced that they had made it over there I called my mom to tell her to bring my hole puncher home. My sister answered the phone, out conversation went like this
“Hello.”
“Sis?”
“Yeah.”
“You stopped up?”
“Sorta…geez”
“You sound like it.”
“Well BJ I’ve been outside the whole morning!”
“Uh…anywhoo tell mom to bring home my hole puncher.”
“You called about a hole puncher?” can also hear my Mom in the background laughing.
“Well yeah what else am I suppose to call about?”
“Oh I don’t know, make sure I’m okay, see if everything is okay. Your picture was in the car remember?”
“Wait they didn’t take it did they?” True panic in my voice.
“No.”
“Oh okay than, so yeah hole puncher.”
“You know you just weird.”
“Maybe but I still want my hole puncher.”
“They broke out my window.”
“I talked to “BOB”. Dad brought some trash bags to cover it up.”
“Yeah he’s upstairs cooking.”
“Cooking?!”
“Yeah, we went shopping since it was suppose to snow but yeah that didn’t happen.”
“Wait he’s over there cooking, and they left us here.”
Passing the phone to my mom. “He isn’t up there cooking BJ.”
“I mean ya’ll just go over there and have family time meanwhile me and my brother over here just like what?”
In the midst of my rant, “BJ stop talking. Does your Dad cook at home, he just went grocery shopping yesterday.”
“Define cooking?”
“I’m hanging up now.”
“Okay yeah but hole puncher!”
“Bye weirdo.”
“HOLE PUNCHER.”
After all that do you think I got my hole puncher? Nope? But my take on the whole deal is that she’s okay, they didn’t take the whole car, nor put a car bomb underneath…be glad for little wonders.
Bianco Jade