Santa Claus, True Love, and Jesus

Disclaimer: The title of this post, Santa Claus, True Love, and Jesus, is just the title of the song I am listening to at the moment, but I do indeed believe in all three. I believe that Mofro, the creative geniouses behind this song are amazing. So if you are looking for some great front porch soul, check them out.

The events I am about to disclose are just the one of the many stories of bad luck that I have had with my car in the past 2 months, but this is indeed the most entertaining.

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October 16, 2007-
So....I am on the phone as I am leaving work yesterday and get in my car. On the phone is important as anyone that knows me...I get so consumed in my conversation and I choose not to pay attention to the world around me. I get in my car and drive off. As I make my way around the spiral down ramp I here something rolling around, a lot of something rolling around. I am baffled as I just got back from a meeting 3 hours ago and this mystery sound was not there. I am looking around in my car, thinking well I don't see anything. It sounded like marbles rolling around on a hard surface. I am now saying every curse word to myself thinking my car is once again broken. Then it happens--tiny pieces of glass come raining down my front windshield. I think, next time a see a place to pull over I am, because waiting till I make it 2 miles to my new closer home that takes me 10 minutes to get to in the afternoon is just to far and too long for this mystery to be left unsolved. Ahhhh a stop light.....break---this is the Woodway/610 stop light....it lasts forever, this would at least give me time to see if I accidentally left my cup of water on top of the car for the glass to break. PS...I am not a good detective because the glass, was in my cup holder, unbroken. I look on top of my car to see it sporadically covered in what looks to be a shattered mirror.

Side note: 1. Broken Mirror = 7 years bad luck and it is all over my car.
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2. Fortune cookie night before= Life gets harder near the summit.
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3. I don't need a broken mirror or a fortune cookie to team up on me now!
I am officially convinced the universe is dooming me to a lifetime of no luck at all!

Back to the story: I think to myself, "Why would there be shattered mirror all over the top of my car. hmmmm...thinking...thinking...well the widows in my building are mirrored. I was parked in an uncovered spot as someone stole my spot. Oh my goodness, a window from my building broke and hit my car!" Yes that is exactly how it went through my head and then I though, "Whitney you cracked the case!" So I call the management office, but they had already closed. Which meant, I had a night to run the possibilities of what happened.

My favorite scenario: a twisted love triangle between the CEO on the 12th floor and the Lawyers wife on the 11th floor leading to one of those office trysts you see on bad TV. Things were being thrown and the Lawyer came in ripped the 10 karat canary diamond ring that he had just bought for his wife at a bazaar in Central America off the wife's had and threw it with so much force that it shattered the window and fell on top of my car....not so much...only glass no diamonds. Sadness.

October 17, 2007-
As I am pulling into the parking garage, I ask the buildings friendly maintenance man if a window broke yesterday. He looks at me with a puzzled face. "No. Why?" I explain and he says that he will come take a look. I am driving up the ramp thinking, man I am a crappy detective. What in the world could be all over my car? As I am walking to the elevator friendly maintenence man comes out with the new owner of the building I assume as he was talking about the building as if had built it with his own hands(his appearance is a story for another day, lets just say huge 10-gallon hat and jeans that were so tight in certain areas they left little to the imagination and nothing to be desired. He even had one of those neck things that is a leather braided string and a metal piece. Welcome to Texas, Whitney.) We look around at the glass that is all over the parking lot and I show them the top of my car. We look up and see nothing. (here is where I imagine alien space ships throwing things at my car because obviously this glass fell from the heavens.) Then as we look on the corner of the building we see a chunk piece of glass missing from a window. That piece about 18x24 fell on top of my car and shattered. My car...what are the odds.