Last week, as I rounded the corner of the McDonald's drive-thru for my little dose of
Only not just my quarters, nickels, and dimes.
MY ENTIRE CHANGE HOLDER WAS GONE.
I immediately called the Husband and
I interrogated the children when they got home from school and all three proclaimed their innocence to the point that I believed them.
What the eff?
Essentially, what I am left to conclude is this: Someone risked prison and their eternal salvation to steal a change holder right out of my car, netting themselves MAYBE three bucks in coin.
Leaving behind my iPod, and several scratched and scuffed Barbie movies to take my three dollars in change. Not to mention the meal in old french fries and crumbs they could have scooped from the floor of the backseat.
The change thievery I can forgive. But for the love of all that is holy, WHY DID YOU HAVE TO TAKE MY CHANGE HOLDER? I loved that thing. Might have been my favorite part of the car, what with its neat and tidy organization. The separation of coin by type and size. The spring-loaded mechanism that kept everything right in a row.
I am now forced to root around the bottom of my purse for spare change like a regular person when the craving for that ice-cold brown deliciousness strikes.
It's just wrong, I tell you. Wrong.