Someone stole my heart(s).

I like artichokes. A lot. I eat em like penny candies. But you know, they’re not cheap! A tiny little jar, costs what… $5? So I don’t often indulge.

Heidi, knowing my fondness for them, got me a GIGANTIC jar. Seriously, it was huge! She thought it’d make a fun “just because” type gift. When she presented the jar to me I said, “Holy cow, did we win the lottery!?” Turns out they were just a smoking deal, courtesy of CostCo.

So… Later that day, we dropped my car off at the dealership for some routine maintenance. We picked it up, and headed back home. I popped the back-door handle, ready to lift the jar off the seat and take it inside like a new baby, but then… my heart sank. IT WAS GONE!

Who would steal a jar of artichoke hearts?!?!?!

And, it’s not like we can call and complain. I’d feel stupid. “Uhmn, yeah… There was a jar of Artichoke hearts in my car when I dropped it off, and now it’s not there.” Phone jockey, “Sir, with all due respect… who would steal a jar of artichoke hearts?”

3 comments February 18th, 2008