Finally, I’m home again. It feels good…but sad, too. I had such a fun weekend with my friends!
Y’all know I can’t have a normal vacation. A car crashes into a restaurant in which I’m eating, cops bang on my hotel room door demanding to be admitted, a freak spring snowstorm occurs–my travels always seem to have something odd about them.
This was no different.
After meeting up with my friends on Wednesday and then spending Thursday finalizing details and setting up our meeting room, I was more than ready for a good night’s sleep. I only managed about three hours because my room phone rang at 4 a.m. The police (yes, again!), advising that my car had been vandalized and asking that I come to the lobby and bring my identification. I, of course, peeked out the window to be sure that there was a police car outside (there was) and also tried to see my vandalized car. Not possible at 4:00 a.m. in a dark parking lot.
So, after brushing my teeth (but not my hair, for some reason) and finding some pants to put on, I stumbled to the lobby, where I learned that some jackass had gotten mad at his girlfriend and slashed her tires, the tires of two cars in her neighborhood, and then took out most of the tires on the eastern edge of the hotel parking lot. He got all four of mine. The police knew who did it, but they weren’t sure they could prove it.
Needless to say, there wasn’t any going back to sleep. All I could think of was the expense of buying 4 new tires on top of the expense of the vacation itself. At some point it occurred to me to check my insurance company’s website and sure enough, my comprehensive policy covered vandalism! All wasn’t lost after all!
In even better news, when I went out to the parking lot to take daylight pictures, I saw that four police cars had returned and the officers were surrounding a man seated on the ground in handcuffs. Yep, it was the tire-slashin’ jackass. The police had heard he was in the area and caught him crossing the scene of the crime. He tried to run, then resisted arrest, then got tasered. All that happened before I got there, and they wouldn’t taser him again so I could watch. They wouldn’t let me do it either.
Best news: the hotel cameras clearly show him to be the perp, and they were charging him later that day. When he gets out of jail (which will probably be about a month, knowing the court system), he’ll be facing a bunch of lawsuits from insurance companies. Considering he was out wandering around on a traditional workday, I’m thinking he doesn’t have very deep pockets.
In the end, all worked out well for me. I was only out my small deductible and the time required to get everything resolved. That took most of Friday daytime, but it got done and I was free to enjoy visiting with my friends. And all things considered, I’d rather my tires get slashed than the guy’s girlfriend or anyone else he encountered.
But I’d still taser him if I had the chance.
Other than that bit of drama, it was a great vacation. I’m spending today and the weekend regrouping and catching up, so I can be ready for a brand new week without nearly as many commitments hanging over my head. Maybe I can even get back to discussing “weighty” issues. After all the excess calories I had over the weekend, I’ll need to!