Armenian Pride and a Stolen Car

So, I had a pretty funky day. First, the Red Sox lose the divisional series to my old Chicago White Sox I used to root for as a kid and teenager while growing up in Chi-Town. Next, I headed over to St. James Armenian church in Watertown, MA to some lame "Hye Cafe" thing they are having in their cultural center to pass out flyers of an upcoming concert I am promoting in town. After about 10 minutes of chatting with people I recognized there, I get this tap on the shoulder from a troll like woman in her mid 40's saying that this is a "private function" and that I can't hand flyers to people. I looked at her incredulously and said, "what"? She said I had to stop handing people flyers. I couldn't believe my ears. This wasn't one of those put flyers on car situations, nor was I selling tickets, nor was I even putting flyers anywhere. I was chatting with friends and handing them a flyer at the end of the evening with 50 people in the auditorium. My response to her was sarcastic when I said, "thanks for helping to promote Armenian culture". I don't think she liked that. When I got home, I called the Der Hayr and left a message asking him to call me back. Let's see what happens. No wonder I hate going to church and these cheesy Armo functions. I won't mention the loser who asked me to stop handing out flyers. However, what a lame move on their end.

After leaving the message, I get on the horn and make a few phone calls. I remembered that I left some stuff in my second car and went to notice that my 1993 Toyota was gone. It has been concluded that it was stolen. So, I went to the Boston Police Department at C-11, waited 10 minutes to get an officer to help me out and then spent about 1 hour there.

I'll keep you posted on the St. James response. Those who took my Toyota, you can have it.