Some bored soul has busted in the rear windshield and one of the back door windows of our car tonight. Probably with one of those little hammers that come in safety kits: the windshield is broken in the middle and also around the edges, but not in-between – and there are no marks on the metal around the edges, so it probably wasn’t a sledgehammer.
Fucking punks. Completely pointless vandalism. Unless they know us and are trying to make some sort of a statement, which I highly doubt: nobody really knows us around here, except by passing hellos. I hate this sort of shit, this mindless mean-spiritedness. [ETA: They didn’t take the ipod that was in the glove compartment, or my passport, or the road atlas. Really pointless.]
Now, instead of angsting about my dissertation tomorrow, I get to call the insurance company and sweep up broken glass, and maybe drive the car over to some repair place or other (or maybe wait until they get the part in, since these cars haven’t been sold in the States for that long). Plus there’ll be a deductible-sized hole in our budget that we just didn’t need. All of it because some idiot broke stuff for ha-has.
Wow, that is very lame. I send hugs and condolences for the wasted time and money. Then extra hugs cause I haven’t talked to you in forever.
I know, it’s been unforgiveably long! Stupid schedules.
Ouch. Sorry for your loss and inconvenience. I once found my tires slashed, and immediately assumed it was personal against me…until I noticed that every other car on the block had been slashed too.
Another time, my side window was pointlessly smashed, though they did get about 75 cents from the ashtray. About a week later, my neighbor got a telemarketing call at random from an auto glass shop, just looking for business. Which made me wonder: if business had been slow, would glass shops hire hooligans to go around local neighborhoods smashing people’s windows?