You will NOT believe this one. I took the Mrs out for a bite of dinner after work tonight. It snowing pretty well, and we're supposed to have have somewhere between 8 to 10 inches by noon tomorrow. We hit the Claddagh Irish Pub at the mall. 15 minutes away from the house. The parking lot was much more full than I would have guessed for a snowy night, and the lot hadn't been plowed yet. We had a decent meal and made our way out to the car. I started the engine and got back out to scrape the snow off of the windows. It took about 20 minutes to get home with the extra snow that had fallen while we ate. We listened to the FM because they played a couple of tunes that the Mrs likes, so what the hell. I pulled into the garage and got out of the car. My reflex is to grab my belt to make sure my cell phone and my SL2 are secure. HOLY SHIT! No SL2! NO SL2! NO SL2! ! ! ! I know it was with me when we got to the restaurant. Total panic. I let the Mrs go into the house while I went back to the mall. I was kind of freaking out thinking that I must have dropped it in the parking lot. I was praying that I was in the restaurant. It took 20 minutes to get back to the mall, driving too fast for the roads. I knew exactly where we parked, 4 aisles over from restaurant, about 7 or 8 spots back from the building. I thought that if I dropped it, it was going to have been picked up, run over, water logged, plowed away, buried till the spring thaw, oh crap. . . . Most of the cars were already gone and it was about 9:45 by now. I found the aisle, and spot. As I got closer I could see a beautiful black rectangle laying in the snow. Parked the car, jumped out, and ran over to it. (I swear it replays in my head like one of those slow motion scenes from a chick flick where the guy and the girl run to each other in a grassy meadow with wind blowing in their hair. You know the scene.) I picked it up terrified that it had been run over. I opened the Executive leather case, and holy shit, it was BEAUTIFUL! A late Christmas miracle for me. It was clean, dry, and unscratched. I drove half way back home before I had enough guts to try it out. Music to my ears. So the moral of this story is, never listen to the FM, and always know where your equipment is! I don't know what I've done right lately to have this kind of karma, but I'm shoveling the neighbors walks tomorrow for sure. Let's be careful out there people. Let's be careful.