The Mini was stolen

If anyone has been following our lives on Facebook for the last month it has been very very very full.  I cannot tell you for sure but I think today we reached the brink of craziness.

We were called by our real estate agent at 12:30 that there was a loft unit in Somerville we needed to see. I was bathing in anticipation of our 3pm departure to the airport with our nephew,for his trip back home to Newcastle and our trip to Colorado for a wedding.

Yes, we told him we can get there by 1:15 to see the unit.  We made it by 1:20, spent 20 minutes walking the unit asking quite a few questions, etc.  When the listing agent left, we asked what we would need to get the unit.  He guided us to an offer, we electronically signed it and drove to get a drink to quench our thirst in Winchester on our way home.

I parked right in front of an ice cream shop (this is important to the story) and we walked around the corner to a Starbucks. 20 minutes later at 2:40, we walked out of Starbucks and walked across the street.  Both of us panicked because the Mini was not in front of the Ice Cream shop. There was a fire hydrant and I was pretty sure I had not parked in front of it, but what other reason could there be for its absence?  Someone stole the Mini!

I ordered an Uber to drive me home to get Spencer to drive him to the airport and Rod called 911 and talked to the Winchester Police department.  He described what he was wearing so they would recognize him when they drove us and I waited for the Uber.  At the exact same time we said to each other "This is where we parked the car right?"  In that split second I remembered walking around the corner to Starbucks, versus parking right across the street. I hurried to the adjacent street and indeed there was the Mini, in front of THAT ice cream shop.  We cleared it up with the police, or rather they accompanied Rod to the car and looked at his license and the registration.  I cancelled the Uber and we got in the Mini.

We both laughed all the way home, at ourselves, at our level of stress and the situation. This is why we belong together and why we have stayed together for 28+ years of marriage. So this caused us to slow down a bit and be ready to get to the airport, sign more documents electronically, run reports to prove funds, photocopy a check and wait to hear that we got the unit, which happened exactly 5 hours later at 5:45.  This day will always be known as "The day the Mini was stolen".