Grand Theft Auto

Ok, so I needed to head into town to buy a suit today, but my cousin also had to do an aptitude test for his job as well. Since he didn’t want to make two trips, he told me to come along, but that meant that I had to wait in the car about 30 minutes.

No big deal, I’ll just bring a book.

I needed to get into my Raymond Chandler book The Long Goodbye, which, so far, has been pretty damn good. I love the way Noir films are narrated, so, reading this book is such a joy, although I do have a bit of difficulty picking up on some of the slang.

He parked up in the residential area and I pulled out the book and went right into my book. I’m probably going to buy the whole series when I get back to Canada, and watch some of the movies as well. Ten minutes in I decided to stretch, since I had been sitting for a while and accidentally set off the car alarm. I damn near shitted myself as I tried everything I could to get it to shut off, but obviously, you can’t turn the alarm off from the inside (that would just make it too easy for criminals). I contemplated reading outside, but then, exiting a car after its alarm goes off looks a bit shady. So here I was, sitting in the passenger seat, leaning over the driver’s seat, panicking and looking really, really suspicious, when the alarm stopped on its own. I breathed a sigh of relief and just went back to reading, except this time, I stayed as still as I possibly could, for fear of attracting more attention with the car alarm.

As I got absorbed into the plot, I knocked the door with my arm and set off the alarm again.

FUCK!

But this time, I just endured the noise and continued reading. I figured if I was just calm and started reading, I wouldn’t look like a thief. I mean, what idiot thief would break into a car and start reading? About 10 minutes later, my cousin came back and asked me why I looked so stressed, then laughed his ass off when I told him about my story.