Bye Bye Tupac!

Today, my old car (affectionately dubbed "Tupac") was finally taken away to die peacefully and get chopped into countless parts so other, newer cars can live. It had been sitting in the same spot for almost an entire year. It wouldn't start, at all, only make that very cartoon-like car-starting noise and then die, slowly and painfully. Last time I tried to get him going, smoke was streaming out from under the hood. . . he wasn't doing so well.




Anywho, after much delay, my supervisor called to inform me that they were finally coming to take him away. She drove me over to my house and we had a nice little chat on the way. "They say," she began, "that your. . . what's it. . . laundry? Um. . . " And I wasn't sure where it was going. I figured something maybe like "some of your things have blown away before" but she continued - "Umm. . . panties?" After living here and doing my laundry the same since I got here 2 YEARS AGO someone recently found it embarrassing, insulting, or inappropriate for my underwear to be hanging up drying with the rest of my clothes. . . She did continue to explain that if there was some kind of weird person out there, they might do something odd, like steal them, so maybe it was good she mentioned this. But, seriously, NOW!? I guess I should be lucky no creep has taken my panties. . . or worse. . . like in Muroto last year. . .

So strange. . . Thanks? haha. . .