Snap, Crackle, Pop

Yesterday wasn’t a good day, but it could have been worse.

I had to go downtown (at most a 5 minute drive) to pick up my son’s new lenses – he insists on calling them an “upgrade” – and then run them over to him at his school. He suggested that he go with me and that he just go to school a couple of minutes late. I caved and he came with.

I pulled into the underground parking garage – first hour free, ya gotta love that – and decided that it would be easiest to back into the spot. There was a pricey little sports car parked next to me so I fastidiously paid attention to it so as not to hurt the cute little thing. Then I heard it, the unmistakable sound of glass cracking and shattering and then cracking some more. The sports far was fine, my van not so much. I got out to look at my van all the while cleaning the garage floor with my jaw. You see the upper portion of the back wall extends over the lower portion which is recessed.

My rear window was in a million pieces, some of them falling onto the floor. I looked at the garage attendant as the black flies flew into my still gaping mouth. He set hazard cones beside my vehicle and said, ” I’ve seen this happen many times, sometimes cars even do it to their front windows.” That made me feel better, it wasn’t me, it was my van that had done it.

My son looked at me and said, “At least it wasn’t the bumper, that would probably cost a lot.” I just blinked.

We got his glasses, came back to the van and could still hear the glass crackling. I took him to school, gosh you can really see well out the back window when there isn’t one there. I took the van into an automotive glass shop where they told me that mine was about the fifteenth car they’ve repaired from that garage. Misery and stupidity both love company.

Anyway no one was hurt and all has been repaired except that my trunk now does not always open, it sounds like there’s glass in there.

Even though I know it could have been so much worse it was not a great day.