I left for work late this morning, so I was forced to drive in. Well, I wouldn’t say “forced”, but gently encouraged I suppose. I hopped into the car to find a tangle of wires where our stereo used to be.

I am not a guy especially attached to objects. I wasn’t screaming out or punching the dashboard. “Damn” pretty much covered it. It probably helps that this stereo couldn’t actually play half of our collection without skipping, cost us about 80 dollars (with installation), and generally sucked anyways.

The real kick in the crotch is that I kept reaching for the controls all the way to work. I said to myself, “I can’t quite hear NPR.” “Is it still on?” No, there is no stereo anymore jerk.

Lessons learned? I own a garage. I need to start using it again. Oh, that and don’t blog about how great your neighbors are (kidding).