After Christmas, my in-laws drive from New Jersey to New Orleans, where they spend the winter. Their house in New Orleans was previously rented to a bunch of college kids. The best way to test the quality of the craftsmanship in a building is to hand the keys to a bunch of 19 year old dudes. Naturally, my in-laws ended their leases and hired an interior designer when they decided to spend part of the year there.
But when they arrived, the house wasn’t done. There was no paint and the contractors were still in the midst of a bunch of repairs. The interior designer apologized and put them up in an Airbnb for a week. On the first night, someone broke into their car, which was still loaded with all their possessions from the cross country trip. But miraculously, almost nothing was stolen: the only thing they took was a Christmas gift from a few days prior, my father-in-law’s new therapeutic leg compression kit.