Since it was parked in my parking lot behind my building it seems unlikely that a passing vehicle kicked up a stone. Not to mention that there is no stone in, on or near my car. No fallen tree branches, no errant roof tiles.
And even if it wasn’t an act of vandalism, I still am allowed to be pissed off at the hassle and expense of replacing my rear window. I have better things I could be doing with that money.
I have an appointment tomorrow for replacement. $285 plus tax including labor. Right now I have a piece of clear plastic tarp duct taped over the rear window. It didn’t hold together terrifically well on the drive home from the Home Depot but I slapped some more duct tape on it. It just has to get me to work once, assuming it doesn’t rain tomorrow before the glass guy gets to my workplace.
There’s nothing lower than someone fucking with another’s car. I had my tires slashed one night and had to spend 90 bucks to get home from Baltimore, then another 220 the next day for the two tires.
Ours isn’t. Someone smashed the window of our Taurus while it was parked in the street outside our house a few months ago; we ponied up a few bills to the Auto Glass place to have it fixed. But thanks anyway.
I doubt the guy would go to a trouble to find another car window, but I’m sure he’ll come back and leave $500 in the backseat. It’s all in good fun in these kinds of cases.
Do you have some kid named Larry living across from you who recently scammed someone out of a lot of money? If you do, do you maybe remember hearing someone sounding like John Goodman screaming ‘This is what happens, Larry, when you fuck a stranger in the ass!’?
Used glass probably isn’t an option for me, depending on how specific the glass is to the vehicle. When I rolled the car in January my mechanic told me there were no junked '03 Altimas anywhere in the continental United States from which to scavenge parts. Apparently all the damage is happening to mine.
This would have cost a lot less if you’d only owned an AMC Pacer. Then you could have gone to Wal*Mart and bought a huge goldfish bowl to glue to the body.
