Las Vegas: T Minus One Day

Grand Theft Auto

My plane boards at 5:40am on Thursday: it’s 4:30 am on Wednesday, and of course I haven’t packed. My plan was to go get a spray tan after work today, then pack.

I finished getting ready, posted something about “24-hrs till Vegas”, then brought my purse, work laptop, etc… out to the truck, started defrost mode and ran back in to grab my phone.

Out of the corner of my eye i see movement outside but I really didn’t get a chance to give it a second thought. Until I opened the front door. I started to walk outside and what do I see, but a huge Mexican-looking* dude get into my truck (note with a big f-ing smile on his face) and start backing out.

What in the actual fuck!?

I stood there dumbfounded, contemplating if I should scream, for a good 4 or 5 seconds before I snapped out of it and called 9-1-1.

Fortunately the trucks are equipped with GPS and cameras, so we had the thing recovered within 20 minutes. The guy left it running and an apartment complex with the Blinkys flashing.

Unfortunately, he stole all my shit.

Laptop, PASSPORT, LICENSE, house keys, credit cards, debit card, car keys, 3 jackets, 2 sweaters, all my makeup, and a partridge in a pear tree.

My plane leaves tomorrow at 6 AM. I have no ID or way to get money out of the bank.

Well, fuck.

TBC