This was my New Year’s gift from the universe.
Luckily nothing was stolen other than a cooler I had in the backseat, and my thrifted Foster Grant sunglasses that were in my center console.
They didn’t steal my favorite hat (although it does need a cleaning since it had glass all over it), and they didn’t go into the trunk where I had my favorite fur coat.
For those reasons, I didn’t cry.
It was an interesting way to start the new year.
I also narrowly avoided two car accidents this afternoon.