Do not adjust your screen. That is not a UFO.
What that is, is a gift from above, specifically from the truck that passed me going the opposite direction yesterday morning as I was on my way to work. I thought I’d been shot there for a second. I ducked.
My poor, beleaguered little car has had the crap beat out of it in the nine years I’ve owned it. Some of it has been my fault but a good portion of it has been the slings and arrows of everyday traffic — parking lot scrapes, door dings, and the like. A rock on the windshield, though, that’s almost the ultimate insult. Especially when it’s right in your line of vision.
After the initial shock wore off, and I emptied my vast storehouse of curse words, I called the insurance company. Our auto insurance is with the same company that insures our home, and our homeowners’ policy has taken some hits in the last few years, what with all the storms and ice and floods and whatnot damaging our house. So naturally I cringed when I called, because it’s just another mark besmirching my record.
In the past whenever I’ve had a windshield claim, it’s resulted in the replacement of the whole windshield. This time they’re going to attempt to fix the divot rather than replace the whole thing. I’ve never seen this process before so I’m curious to see how well this “fixes” it.
Stay tuned.
– Mox
