When Tragedy Strikes

When tragedy (like the kind that comes in the form of having your passenger window smashed in and your purse stolen) strikes,

I just don't understand the door handle mutilation, not even on the same side as the smashed window

what do you do while you’re waiting for the police to show up so you can file a report?

sittin' on the truck of my vandalized car, waitin' for the po-po

You knit of course.  Or at least I do.

5 thoughts on “When Tragedy Strikes

  1. What horrid people!
    And what a pain in the butt for you!
    I’ll never understand people.
    The knitting, now that I can understand.
    Keep on knitting…

  2. So awful. What is this? Break into people’s car week? My friends got broken into the other day. For what? A jacket. Super lame. Keep on knittin’, girl!

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