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"  onon  As I was waiting for NB to come collect me for brunch this morning, I heard a car horn beeping incessantly beneath my window. When it became impossible to ignore, I walked over to the window and opened it to yell at whoever was honking. It was NB, standing outside of a car, reaching into the driver&amp;#039;s side to lay on the horn and grinning up at me.  &amp;quot;What are you doing?!&amp;quot; I shouted.  &amp;quot;Trying to get your attention! Get your butt down here!&amp;quot;  I gathered up my stuff and then went downstairs to meet him.  &amp;quot;Whose car?&amp;quot; I asked.  &amp;quot;A buddy of mine let me borrow it.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Where are we going?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;That, my delectable slice of key lime pie, is a surprise.&amp;quot;  We hit the road, and to my delight he&amp;#039;d packed snacks and beverages for the ride. Once we got on the highway and I saw a sign, it clicked.  &amp;quot;Are we going to Six Flags?!&amp;quot; I asked and exclaimed at the same time.  &amp;quot;Yes m&amp;#039;am. It&amp;#039;s a proven fact that almost no one has ever worried about losing their job while screaming on a rollercoaster.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Proven, huh?&amp;quot; I asked, feeling the sides of my mouth pushing up against my ears from grinning so wide.  &amp;quot;Yup. They did a study back in 2004. The International Consortium of Amusement Park Rides Physicists found that, out of 100 people in danger of losing their jobs, only one worried about it while on the rollercoaster.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;What was that person&amp;#039;s job?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Rollercoaster operator.&amp;quot;  Our trip down was more of the same silliness. And the day was awesome -- he won me a giant stuffed turtle, we hit every rollercoaster, did that cheesy &amp;quot;Tunnel of Love&amp;quot; boat ride and even went in the haunted house, which was only scary because he kept scaring me through the whole thing.  We stayed until the park closed, and then began the long drive back.  &amp;quot;Hey sleepyhead,&amp;quot; he said, suddenly, kissing me on my forehead and waking me up.  &amp;quot;Are we home?&amp;quot; I asked, momentarily confused.  &amp;quot;Yes we are. Now you go put your sleepy self to bed.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Thank you,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;I really needed this.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Anything for my girl,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;Now go, I have to get this car back to its owner.&amp;quot;  I walked up to the apartment, still in a daze and smiling. And when I opened the front door, my feeling of peace disappeared in a flash when I saw the overturned end table, broken lamp, and the missing DVD player, iPod and dock, TV and speakers. Sarah and I were robbed.  The rest of the night has been a blur of cops, and calls to Sarah (who came home right away), the insurance company, the locksmith and the landlord. NB is coming over in a few after he walks Frankie to spend the night because I&amp;#039;m so rattled.  If there&amp;#039;s a silver lining to all of this, it&amp;#039;s that whoever robbed us never made it to the office, so I still have my laptop. What a crappy ending to a wonderful day. I wonder if they&amp;#039;ll find the person who did it\u2026 "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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