So I leave the apartment to go to work this morning. Before hopping in the Cavalier, I wander over to my truck to see if I left my work badge in it. Mind you, the passenger window on the truck is still broken out, so anyone can fuck with it if they want to.
I see a loaf of bread on my passenger seat.
Someone put a loaf of sliced bread in my truck. I haven't bought bread in over a month, so it wasn't me. Sam hasn't gone to the store in quite a while, and certainly not in my truck, so it wasn't her.
I just don't know what to say.
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