Irony

Something ironic happened to me today, and like the Alanis song, it was ironic in the horrible way, but unlike the Alanis song, it was actually ironic, not just a misuse of the word (rain on your wedding day? c'mon!). I lived in New York for two years, and during that time, nothing bad or scary happened to me. I also went to New York for 5 days and returned to the Bay Area yesterday. Today I was in San Francisco attending a CLE class and somehow during the day - I suspect on my lunch break - my wallet got stolen. In seemingly picture-perfect San Francisco! At first I thought maybe I had just lost my wallet, so I went and retraced my steps, and of course no wallet was found. So at this point I'm getting a little freaked. I naturally break down to the unsuspecting parking garage cashier, telling him I was not only missing my parking entrance ticket, but I also had zero money to pay him. He and his boss were incredibly nice and mostly just wanted the hysterical woman to stop causing a scene. I told them I would send them the money in the mail, and they said there was no need and let me go for free. So on the car ride home I started calling my credit cards. And they did not have good news for me. The little thief used every single credit and debit card in my wallet for a fun little shopping spree in Oakland today. Target, a furniture store, gas, multiple grocery stores. It was bad. Overall I think they spent $3000 in between the hours of 1:00 PM and 5:30 PM. Needless to say, it was all a bit overwhelming. Natalie had to spot me for dinner tonight, because currently I'm without a dime. I'm relaxing right now by drinking some tea that's literally called "Nighty Night." What a day.