The strangest things happen to me . . .

Today I had to go to the dentist. I parked my car along side Forest Park Parkway, right in front of the dentist office. My dentist in notorious for his lot being too small and always full, so finding a street spot in front was golden. I ran inside for a short visit.

Me - Hi I need my new trays.
Lady at front desk - Ok. Here you go
Me - Thanks

Since I went on my lunch break I decided to grab some Bread Co to bring back to work. So I walk to the Bread Co and order. This was also a short visit.

Me - I would like a You Pick 2 with the Garden Veggie soup and the Chipotle Chicken Sandwich (I do not recommend, it did nothing for me. In fact I might be over Bread Co.)
Man who needs to shave - Would you like a drink with that?
Me - Yes, ice tea
Man who needs to shave - Is that for here or to go
Me - To go.
Man who still needs to shave - Ok that will be $8.52
(I hand him my debit card)
***Swipe***
Man who needs to shave badly - OK here is your card and your order # is 12
Me - Thanks, have a good one

I pick up my order, give the bag a quick once over and head out the door. I get to my car, open the door and am immediately hit with the smell of cigarette smoke. This is strange since I don't smoke and I don't let people smoke in my car. (Ok, I did that one time, but Angie was screaming in pain over her ankle and highway 40 isn't the smoothest ride so it was more for her to shut up.) I immediately take a step back wondering if I am not in my car. But I am in my car.

As it turns out readers, someone got in my car whilst I was at the dentist office/getting lunch, smoked from what the ashes tell me are about 2 cigarettes, took all my change from my change cup and then stole my reading glasses. Reading glasses? Yes, my reading glasses. I had about 15 cents in the change cup. I had just taken the last shiny silver thing out of it to pay the meter. They also rifled in the plastic Wal-Mart bag I had in the backseat that is filled with Daubers and a My Little Pony which I use as my good luck charm in Bingo. I would like to point out that they did take the time to pick out all the bobbie pins that call the change jar home. That was kind of them. Although, the pins are probably worth more than the change itself. Sorry bum, but you would have gotten more from me had you asked me when I passed you on the street. I hope you can use my glasses to read the newspaper you are wiping your ass with. . .