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Yeah, so little Tatiana has slowly but surely started to adopt a schedule resembling something humans would attribute as normal. At night she sleeps from 9 to 1:30/2, she stays up for bit of feeding and being cute in general, and then falls asleep from 3:45/4AM to about 7 AM.
Not too bad-- especially compared to my eldest who didn't sleep normally for the first month-- but it still takes some doing. I mean, I looooovve to sleep. Maybe it's all a part of my slow but sure metamorphosis into a grumpy old fuck, but it's no less true. Seeing as how Helen breastfeeds exclusively, and has some trouble getting into and out of bed due to her c-section, I have taken on diaper duty, burp duty, and getting baby out of/putting baby back into bed duty. Not to mention the occasional hugging and tucking back in of my Sofia who seems to be going through some kind of nightmare phase. This little routine cuts into my beauty rest which, as was proven recently, makes me a fucking idiot. I mean unconsciously, dead brain cells have not yet regenerated stupid.
Case in point: Helen has been pining for a Macbook for quite some time. And rightly so; she works as a production coordinator and everybody in the industry works on Macs. Couple that with the fact that she is going to be stuck in the house fort the next month and a half, and that she hates having to go downstairs to use the computer, well, I basically ran out of excuses not to get one.
But, fuck me, the damn things cost 1300$ CDN new. There's is no fucking way that I'm paying that for a labtop! Enter Craigslist. Two days and a few phone calls and e-mails later I find a 2007 with a battery that still maintains it's full charge, with a good processor, RAM, and hard drive memory set up, and with only some minor superficial wear for 650$.
I have to drive to Cotes-Des-Neiges, which is a bit ghettoish, to get it-- but it should be cool since the guy owns an electronics store in a mall. Drive there, look over the labtop- everything's cool. Pay for the Macbook cash, pay for a wireless router debit (50$ for a Chinese outfit that works great), and grab a lift with the seller to go pick up the charger since he wants to show of his Beamer with the booming system (it turns out that the seller went to my wife's high school, was in the same graduating class as her, and we happen to share some common aquaintances- needless to say we hit it off pretty good).
So we're sitting in his car when he turns to me and asks me if I payed or not. I defensively reply, "Dude... I left the money on the counter- didn't you pick it up? "
That's the precise moment when everything went sideways. The seller frantically calls the store and asks one of his employees if they picked up the cash. No, they didn't. Seller jumps out of the car, while it's still running (this will prove important later), and runs back to the shop to queue up the security cams- or so he says. At this point I'm sitting in a relatively recent, four door, leather interior, kick ass sound system having BMW wondering if I'm being scammed and what the fuck the scam could possibly be.
Did he just rip the pin to my checking account, and was buying time to verify it's validity? Was he going to reclaim the Macbook on the grounds of not having received payment? Fucked if I knew because I really had the impression that this guy was on the level and I was completely caught off guard by this surprising turn of events. I checked my wallet, again. No. My pockets only turned up the folded advert printout. The seller shows up again with a youngish, street smart looking kid that he was having an amiable conversation with before I walked up to the counter.
They ask me if I want to follow them to shop to watch the security video with them. Sure. The youngish guy keeps looking at me out of the corner of his eye- and insists on being a step or so behind me. Hunh, so this is what having a Spidey Sense that tingles feels like.
We all walk into the store and start watching the security footage. I see myself put the cash down on the counter, take out my wallet to take out my debit card, swipe my card, punch in my pin, wait for transaction to clear, it's good, take receipt along with wireless router, step to left and PICK THE CASH UP OFF THE COUNTER AND STUFF IT INTO MY RIGHT FRONT POCKET.
I've always wondered what it would feel like to be a character in a Phillip K. Dick yarn, you know, to have the rug completely pulled out from under what I perceived as reality. As it turns out not so good. I had absolutely zero recollection of ever putting the money in my pocket.
I reach in to my right front pocket and pull out the folded up advert printout. I stare at it, dumbfounded, until it dawns on me. I unfold the printout and with an embarassed, and far too nervous laugh, I pull out the 650$.
Youngish hoodlum immediately rips into a rant of: " I fuckin' told you he pocketed that shit!" As it would turn out, I got a crack at being a bit part player in a Tarentino flick for the next five minutes too!I was on fucking fire! I got to be the laughable schmuck that made an honest mistake in the wrong place and ,as it turns out, was saved by that same said honesty.
Remember the car I was left in? With the motor running that was worth a sizable sum of money with the equally expensive sound system? Well, they couldn't figure out why a crook wouldn't have fucked off with the cash, the Macbook and the car if presented with the opportunity-- which I was. In spades.
They believed me when I said I was seriously sleep deprived and squashed it at that.
I guess I'll have to be careful when driving, operating a power tool, or any sharp object for next while.
