Dammit.

Dammitydammitydammitdammit!!

Michael and I visited our hoity-toity neighboring town last night. We desired to sit in opulent theater chairs and slurp popcorn grease into our very pores while watching 'Sweeney Todd'. Meh.

We had parked in a nice, well-lit parking deck. It was lovely and cheap and close to the theater. It was full of very expensive cars, because Birmingham, Michigan is full of people who buy very expensive cars. Our bloated-looking Grand Prix looked so Wal-Mart compared to all the Lord & Taylor autos. However, there is no distinction amongst cars when theives are concerned. Theives are interested in what is in the car, and that's why they break rear-driver-side windows.

So, when we arrived at our car to find shattered glass everywhere, we wondered what in the hell the theives were after. In the back seat, we had three or four plastic cups, a box of cat litter, and a bag holding a three inch binder. None of these items were stolen.

A cop came and said the requisite things and a nice man taped a black garbage bag over the window and we went home and I put in a claim with the insurance. The cop had informed me the deductible would be waived. Tra-la-la. No worries.

Nevermind all that. The insurance agent tells me today that the deductible has to be met. There goes our Christmas money.

So much for having one month of easy breathing. I hope those shitsnarking assclowns get anal cancer.