I am having a hard time believing that the universe aligned just perfectly so that the outfit I was wearing on the day I discovered my car had been broken into is the exact same outfit I was wearing today when I discovered my car had a nail shoved into it's flat little tire.
Here are the possible options:
1. I have an enemy that I am unaware of
2. This outfit has a voodoo black magic curse on it
Those are the only two options.
It's been nice knowing you J.Crew skinny jeans and floral tunic; I'm throwing you in a dumpster somewhere.