Vandals

As I was pulling out of my parking spot to head out for my afternoon appointments today, the rear window of my car crumbled in. Sometime in the middle of the night last night, some guys had come through the neighborhood to smash car windows. Kristi was awake around that time, but she was unaware of what awoke her. She heard a car tearing down our street without stopping, despite there being a stop sign along the street about every block or two.

Naturally, I reported the damage to the police. The officer who took the report informed me that he'd taken three other reports of smashed windows a block east of us. It's a relatively inexpensive repair, but a major annoyance: there's shattered glass all over the twins' car seats; I canceled all of my appointments today for fear of getting rain in the car and acting like an unbearable grump in front of my students; and I gave up a day's worth of income in the bargain. We're supposed to have rain showers tomorrow morning.

I suppose this was great sport for the obtuse cretins who did it during their time off from their fast food careers. Brilliant, guys. What cowards.