What the hell.
Ok, so I figure today is going to be just another day of the month. Go to work, come home, eat food, go to work again, come back, do homework, go to sleep. Right? No.
I get a knock on my door about 730am, but I don't get up. Why the hell would someone be knocking on my door? Bah. I disregard it and go back to sleep. I need more sleep. I wake up with my alarm and dawdle around in bed for a while before I get up. Breakfast ensues and then I'm ready to go to work. I step outside and see my passenger side window is shattered.
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What the *@&#?! I'm on time for work still, but I cased the car real quick. The impact was caused by a thrown wine bottle. Most of the bottle ended up on the floor and across my seats, but a big chunk of it, including the label, is resting on my dash console. Wanna hear the dipshittiest part about this? There is NOTHING worth stealing in my car. They didn't even try to open the door, they didn't mess with anything inside. They just threw the bottle into my car and left. Since I didn't have time, I stalked to work, quite upset. Marta graciously offered the use of her shop-vac, which I'm going to utilize. I need to get all the glass out of my car and then pop open my door and get it out of there so I can get a replacement installed. I've done this sort of thing before, so it'll be no problem, really. I know the drill.
I'm understandably annoyed, you know? This is a sleepy college town with nothing to do and tons of cops. It wouldn't make sense that people would be running around engaging in criminal activity. But at the same time, I can see how that kind of environment would produce more excitement to idiots, morons, degenerates, and losers. "HEY! I got an idea! Since I'm so bored and I'm a *#$@tard, I'm going to drink a bottle of crappy wine and through the bottle through some random guy's window! YEEEEEHAAAAAAW!" Unbelieveable.
So now, as if I didn't have enough to do, I have to clean out my car and start calling junkyards near here for a passenger side window. The GOOD thing is that Johnny's Auto Wrecking should still have my 87, which had a perfectly good replacement. They better not charge me up the tailpipe, or else I will be in quite the bad mood.
I weep. I weep for our society, where something fun/accepted is throwing objects through somebody's car window for fun. It really does make me sad that this kind of thing can happen in a hamlet like Monmouth. Yeah, I'm proud to be an American all right. Land of the Free, Home of the Asshole. -_-a
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I get a knock on my door about 730am, but I don't get up. Why the hell would someone be knocking on my door? Bah. I disregard it and go back to sleep. I need more sleep. I wake up with my alarm and dawdle around in bed for a while before I get up. Breakfast ensues and then I'm ready to go to work. I step outside and see my passenger side window is shattered.
...
What the *@&#?! I'm on time for work still, but I cased the car real quick. The impact was caused by a thrown wine bottle. Most of the bottle ended up on the floor and across my seats, but a big chunk of it, including the label, is resting on my dash console. Wanna hear the dipshittiest part about this? There is NOTHING worth stealing in my car. They didn't even try to open the door, they didn't mess with anything inside. They just threw the bottle into my car and left. Since I didn't have time, I stalked to work, quite upset. Marta graciously offered the use of her shop-vac, which I'm going to utilize. I need to get all the glass out of my car and then pop open my door and get it out of there so I can get a replacement installed. I've done this sort of thing before, so it'll be no problem, really. I know the drill.
I'm understandably annoyed, you know? This is a sleepy college town with nothing to do and tons of cops. It wouldn't make sense that people would be running around engaging in criminal activity. But at the same time, I can see how that kind of environment would produce more excitement to idiots, morons, degenerates, and losers. "HEY! I got an idea! Since I'm so bored and I'm a *#$@tard, I'm going to drink a bottle of crappy wine and through the bottle through some random guy's window! YEEEEEHAAAAAAW!" Unbelieveable.
So now, as if I didn't have enough to do, I have to clean out my car and start calling junkyards near here for a passenger side window. The GOOD thing is that Johnny's Auto Wrecking should still have my 87, which had a perfectly good replacement. They better not charge me up the tailpipe, or else I will be in quite the bad mood.
I weep. I weep for our society, where something fun/accepted is throwing objects through somebody's car window for fun. It really does make me sad that this kind of thing can happen in a hamlet like Monmouth. Yeah, I'm proud to be an American all right. Land of the Free, Home of the Asshole. -_-a
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