Of all the coincidential shit to go down, this tops them all.
If you look at the Google Street View of my house, you’ll notice that my work vehicle is parked at the curb and my Jeep isn’t in the carport.
I’m not about to give out my address or a link, but if you know where I live you can check it out yourself.
What sucks is that this can prove I was NOT out with a student, but at home screwing around. I’m assuming my boss does not spy on us via Google Street View, so I’m in no real danger of unemployment. Hell, I’ve been violating the dress code right in front of him for the last three weeks, and he hasn’t said anything (I’m wearing open toed sandals to work, not sporting a nipple ring)
Anyway, this means that the Street View picture was taken on a specific day last summer. That was the Friday that I had to drive my Jeep to work in the morning (as the Matrix was in the shop and my loaner car was reclaimed by its owners).
That day was also the last time I really drove the Jeep, because it was the day that the radiator blew out and I had to have it towed back home, where it has sat until a few months ago when we test drove it after installing a new starter (and not fixing the radiator, by the way).
So if I really wanted to, I could find out what day that was from the towing receipt. Do I have the motivation to dig through stuff and investigate? Absolutley not.
Wait, I remember now; I was home around noon, playing Tropico, and a dark cloud overtook the street. There were bright lights flashing from within the center as it moved silently and slowly from north to south. That must have been the Googles.