She came in through the bathroom window

Well, replace "the bathroom window" with "my windshield" and "She" with "A brick" and you have my day pretty much summed up. Yep, first the $400 furnace repair and now a $180 charge to fix my windshield because some dude(s) thought it would be totally rockin' to hurl bricks through car windows.

At first we though it was just us, which is kinda scary, since brick-throwing seems like serious business. But as it turns out around a dozen cars in the area had the same thing happen. Good times.

And I didn't even know about it until this afternoon. We got some furniture delivered today and the guy comes to the door and says, "Hey man sorry about your windshield."

"What about it?"

"It's...it's totally smashed in."

"Really?"

"Yeah, didn't you see it when you went to work?"

"I'm unemployed."

"Oh! So it's not really much of a setback then I guess. Well that's lucky."

The hole in the windshield was almost cartoonish, I mean, it was the exact shape of a brick. Perfectly rectangular. Like when some character runs through a wall at high speeds. So now I have the repairmen coming out tomorrow and I really hope they vacuum up all the glass because I totally didn't. That's just too much for one day.

And I want to be angry about it, but it's more relief that we aren't the target of some nutjob. The whole story (not my story in particular) was on the news, too, and all the people seemed to feel the same way. They didn't say it outright, but you could tell they were all happy that it wasn't that one person from their past who they had wronged.

"Well Gene, I guess I'll take it to the body shop for repairs, darn it! (and thank you for not being Dave Kowalski that guy I ran over in high school and never visited in the hospital)"

Every cloud, man, every cloud.