Soundtrack of Our Lives: Keren Ann, I'm Not Going Anywhere
Top Two Reasons the Universe Wants Me to Leave Chicago Immediately, Now, Today:
Un) Friday--Got in a car wreck.
We were trying to get out of the way of an ambulance. In the middle of making a left turn a car comes speeding down Broadway and crashes into the passenger (my) side. The car is not taco-ed, but barely drivable. I am not taco-ed, but back and neck are stiff.
Deux) Sunday--Got pickpocketed.
We ate at our favorite Thai joint. At the end of the meal, I take my wallet out of my bag to pay and there is no cash in there. I do not lose cash. I do not lose any.thing.ever. I look all over the place to see if maybe this is a first. I happen to notice a piece of paper under the table behind us and recognize it as something from my purse. Then I remember: Shortly after we sat down, a woman and a kid--nine, 10, 12, maybe--sat right behind us and were kind of all up in our grill, but we didn't really pay too much attention at first. When I turned around to see why all the banging, the kid was sort of coming up from under the table. I just thought he was a weirdo. In reality, he was a master thief. Didn't take my wallet, cards, phone--just my cash money.
Have been listening to Keren Ann's I'm Not Going Anywhere every day since Friday to calm my nerves. I am really stressed. I can't even link to the goddamn album because I'm typing this on a Mac and I don't know how to open another browser window.
Le fin.
Un) Friday--Got in a car wreck.
We were trying to get out of the way of an ambulance. In the middle of making a left turn a car comes speeding down Broadway and crashes into the passenger (my) side. The car is not taco-ed, but barely drivable. I am not taco-ed, but back and neck are stiff.
Deux) Sunday--Got pickpocketed.
We ate at our favorite Thai joint. At the end of the meal, I take my wallet out of my bag to pay and there is no cash in there. I do not lose cash. I do not lose any.thing.ever. I look all over the place to see if maybe this is a first. I happen to notice a piece of paper under the table behind us and recognize it as something from my purse. Then I remember: Shortly after we sat down, a woman and a kid--nine, 10, 12, maybe--sat right behind us and were kind of all up in our grill, but we didn't really pay too much attention at first. When I turned around to see why all the banging, the kid was sort of coming up from under the table. I just thought he was a weirdo. In reality, he was a master thief. Didn't take my wallet, cards, phone--just my cash money.
Have been listening to Keren Ann's I'm Not Going Anywhere every day since Friday to calm my nerves. I am really stressed. I can't even link to the goddamn album because I'm typing this on a Mac and I don't know how to open another browser window.
Le fin.
posted by Iseult at 9:46 PM
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