I lost the driver's side mirror on pinky Saturday night. My phone conversation with Mark.
Mark: "where'd you park it?"
Me: "Fitzroy St."
Mark: "well some redneck from JR's likely kicked it off."
Me: "the mirror was cracked anyway, so I was glad it was the one that got kicked." (I got a little crazy with the foam brush at the car wash about 6 years ago and cracked the mirror.)
Mark: "well they absorbed your broken mirror karma then."
I just have to thank them for short changing me my 7 years of bad luck. Say hi to a year of bad luck asswipe, and thanks again.