My car got smashed last night. They smashed the window and took nothing. Not even the $3 in change that was in the console. The invader got scared and ran away—Hannah saw him when she was coming into the house. He was running fast down King Street. She just thought he was some crazy kid. It was around dinner time. I was in the house writing on my blog, suspecting nothing.
So it wasn't until this morning, when I went to leave for work that I found my poor little car smashed, wide open and glass-strewn in the pouring rain. I called the police. They came, but there wasn't much they could do, especially in the rain. So Col and I cleaned up the glass and I drove to the service shop with cold, wet wind beating on my face. (It was the driver's window that they smashed.)
Now, $260 later (insurance didn't cover it), I have nothing to show for it. And neither does he. Was it really worth it? Well, I say I have nothing to show for it, but that's not true. My optimism has been scarred for the time being. I'm afraid to go out to my parking lot by myself now. I'll have to ask Col to walk with me to the garbage bin. Wonder what I'll do when he's away?
2 comments:
I had that happen to me on New Years one year. Some kids went down my street smashing windshields one by one. The brick was in my back seat and my back windshield was broken to bits. Like you - there was nothing taken. It was just a prank on their part - a 5 second jolly - but a big expense on my part as well as the inconvenience. Since it was a holiday week - Windshield Doctor and the like was not open. So I spent a few days trying to avoid having snowfall in my exposed car and additional water damage or theft.
I felt a vulnerability I had not experienced before. And it made me angry that some snot nosed kid could make me feel that way.
I'm really sorry about your car, P! :(
When Col is away you call your fearless neighbor down the street!
I'll kick those punks' asses!
I'm sorry that had to happen, though.
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