Got a visit from my friend Selma. She works at a café right across the street. Apparently they had a break-in last night. Nothing was stolen, they keep the register empty at night so there was no cash and nothing else of interest. Let's face it. Who in their right mind steals a 130 kg heavy espresso machine? A bodybuilder/weight lifter in need of some serious caffeine maybe. Well, this burglar was neither that desperate nor strong, so he kept on trying to break in at right about every single shop along the street. Except mine.
WTF!? Why, burglar? Why didn't you even try to break in? You wouldn't have to really go through with it (actually, I would prefer if you didn't) but you not even trying makes me feel left out and rejected.
So rejected.
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Spotify link to the title's inspiration song
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