So. She's gone, North Carolina.. I can't believe it, my sister is really gone. Bouts of spontanious hysterical crying aside, I'm fine. Really. Fine. The ripping sensation in my chest is perfectly normal, I'm sure.

Liar. I'm so sad I can't even continue.

Noooo, really?


You are an Italian.">

Did I do that??

Sorry, I must have linked my sister's blog wrong, but great googely moogely how she makes me laugh! You should go

HERE

And read her site. She's moving to North Carolina this month, and I can't talk about it at length w/o bursting into great sobs of misery. Have a good trip!

O.k., so I went to the police to file a report on the ASSHOLE who stole my travelers checks. The cops had a good chuckle w/me about the whole cashing at a Citibank that requires you to put your licence # on the stolen checks, and I get a very nice Officer Sambuco (nice Irish boy) to handle my case. The only thing they really need is the location of the Citibank that the perp (heh) utilized. I call Amex (a nightmare rivaled only by calling Verizon) only to find that they can't help me. In looking at the checks I nitice that the bank's stamp is on them, and I assume that they were cashed at the location nearest to the Smithaven Mall, where they were theived from. SO, I go out to work on Monday, and I figur that I'll stop in a location of Citibank and ask while I'm in my territory that day. Can anyone see where this is going? My territory is in Valley Stream and Rockville Center, all the way north to New Hyde Park and Floral Park. Pretty much I can spit out the car window and hit Queens. I don't though, because Queens is dirty enough.

I came across a Citibank location on Merrick Rd, in Rockville Center (for you non-Long Islanders this is in another county, about an hour away) and I go in. I walk up to the bank manager, tell him my tale of woe, and ask him if he can tell me which branch these checks were cashed at. He takes one look at the photocopies I hand him, and says, "This one."

SO WHAT YOU'RE TELLING ME IS THAT I HAPPENED TO WALK INTO THE EXACT CITIBANK USED BY THE GUY WHO STOLE MY WALLET, TOOK THESE CHECKS, THREW THE WALLET AWAY SO THAT IT COULD BE RETURNED TO ME AN HOUR LATER, AND THEN CASHED SAID CHECKS, EVEN THOUGH IT WAS AN HOUR AWAY FROM THE ACTUAL SCENE OF THE CRIME?

Anyone want me to pick their lotto numbers?

I don't really exist do I? I don't FEEL tardy....