Car Wars: A Shattering Experience
Just after work at Shell, I drove across the line to the States to another gas station for slightly cheaper gas. I do it normally in this fashion. It was a hot day, so, as such, I had my car fan on full blast and the driver's side window rolled down all the way.
It was a beautiful day. It was in the high 20's, I was feeling good about getting the heck out of work, that gash I got on my pinky finger earlier in the day was healing nicely...what more could go wrong?
Oy.
I rolled up my window at the gas station before hopping out of the vehicle...it was stuck. It was giving me more trouble than usual - my window isn't this finnicky, usually. I kept trying and - after a few seconds - the entire driver's side window shattered into my vehicle, into my face, and all over the concrete.
I'm glad I had quick enough reflexes to close my mouth and my eyes in time - otherwise I may have lost a sense or two.
Here's what it looked like:
I've seen it happen in movies before, but man - I didn't realize the window was THAT weak. I guess I just hit it the right way when scrolling it back up, and that one key part of the glass broke, and set off a chain reaction across the entire pane.
Of course, I was pissed. Not only do I have a door with a questionable paint job, I now have a broken window to contend with. I'm not a rich guy, so these sort of expenses are something I'd like to avoid, really.
Even worse, though, was the clean up. Being the dutiful little brownnoser I am, I got the broom and dustpan from the attendant inside and swept up the pebbly shards of glass as best I could. A lot smaller slivers, however, had worked their way into my arm hair and would not come out; I swept my hand along the length of my arms to get them off, but that just drove them into my skin even further.
Yeeouch.
Currently, I'm speckled with cuts and bruises, have a busted car, and a busted sense of dignity.
DAMN YOU, CAR!
-Tim
PS - On the plus side of things, my brother and I are nearly done the 14th installment of the Saving Private Brian movie series! That's the only thing that saved my sanity and let me excercise my creativity today.
It was a beautiful day. It was in the high 20's, I was feeling good about getting the heck out of work, that gash I got on my pinky finger earlier in the day was healing nicely...what more could go wrong?
Oy.
I rolled up my window at the gas station before hopping out of the vehicle...it was stuck. It was giving me more trouble than usual - my window isn't this finnicky, usually. I kept trying and - after a few seconds - the entire driver's side window shattered into my vehicle, into my face, and all over the concrete.
I'm glad I had quick enough reflexes to close my mouth and my eyes in time - otherwise I may have lost a sense or two.
Here's what it looked like:
I've seen it happen in movies before, but man - I didn't realize the window was THAT weak. I guess I just hit it the right way when scrolling it back up, and that one key part of the glass broke, and set off a chain reaction across the entire pane.
Of course, I was pissed. Not only do I have a door with a questionable paint job, I now have a broken window to contend with. I'm not a rich guy, so these sort of expenses are something I'd like to avoid, really.
Even worse, though, was the clean up. Being the dutiful little brownnoser I am, I got the broom and dustpan from the attendant inside and swept up the pebbly shards of glass as best I could. A lot smaller slivers, however, had worked their way into my arm hair and would not come out; I swept my hand along the length of my arms to get them off, but that just drove them into my skin even further.
Yeeouch.
Currently, I'm speckled with cuts and bruises, have a busted car, and a busted sense of dignity.
DAMN YOU, CAR!
-Tim
PS - On the plus side of things, my brother and I are nearly done the 14th installment of the Saving Private Brian movie series! That's the only thing that saved my sanity and let me excercise my creativity today.