Aug 21, 2009 23:38
The last 12 hours went as follows:
~10pm: Steve calls to inform me he is on his way to the hospital, because he ran over his foot with a pallet jack.
~12am: Steve calls to tell me he's been discharged with a clean bill of foot health, and is on his way home.
~9am: I get a call from the neighbor across the street telling us the back window of the van is smashed in.
WTF PEOPLE???? I keep thinking it was Steve's Dad. It looked like someone threw a bottle of Mickeys at our window. It didn't look like a bunch of beer was dry on the concrete. It must've been an empty bottle. Who would want to throw an empty bottle at our car hard enough to SMASH OUT AN ENTIRE BACK WINDOW???
It's fixed now, and I didn't even get any pictures. We filed a police report and Steve said not to tell him I think it was his dad. Who knows. Maybe it was stupid kids looking for fun. Maybe it was someone Steve cut off in traffic. Maybe it was the stupid realtor, since we complained to her boss about her being a lazy dumb ass.
UG. I just want things to go smoothly for awhile. Is that so much to ask?