You could call it "Bad Day at Bad Rock". That's how I remember the day my computer crashed and someone stole my purse (the dog). Unfortunately, what I didn't know was that my days would get worse, not better.
The capsule version of that day goes like this: computer goes dark and won't respond; danced with the online assistance-to no avail; carted the computer to "the Geeks" for professional assistance. Rushed back home to get the cord for the computer. (You know...the cord they said they wouldn't need.)
So far, so good, right? Not so.
After we pulled into our "secure gated community"' and entered our garage, we left the door opened. I left my purse inside the car. What could be the harm...the car's inside the garage, right? It'll just take a minute to get the cord, right? But, we were hungry and how long could it take to fix a sandwich to go? It all went to hell from there.
We were gone fifteen minutes max! When we went back to the garage, front and back doors on the driver's side were standing wide open. Instant panic grabbed us both. Needless to say, the purse that I left sitting on the floor under my seat, in my car parked inside my garage was gone, gone, gone.
