Fucking rocks
Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 8:28 pm
My windshield got into a heated fight with a huge chunk of asphalt on the way home today, about five miles south of Victorville. The thing was bigger than my hand, and I have no clue where it came from. I thought it was a crow at first, then it hit. No blood at all, so I'm pretty sure it was asphalt.
Bashed in the window good, and got tiny shards of glass all over everyone (except the baby, whose carseat canopy protected him). No one hurt, but it scared the shit out of all of us, and we had to drive home going 50 the whole way, pissing off all the asshole California drivers who don't notice, "Hey, their windshield's about to cave in. Maybe that's why they're going so slow."
Got home okay, cleaned everyone up (no blood, but I'm sure we all had glass dust in our hair). Someone's coming out tomorrow to fix it. So much for paying off all the credit cards soon.
Bashed in the window good, and got tiny shards of glass all over everyone (except the baby, whose carseat canopy protected him). No one hurt, but it scared the shit out of all of us, and we had to drive home going 50 the whole way, pissing off all the asshole California drivers who don't notice, "Hey, their windshield's about to cave in. Maybe that's why they're going so slow."
Got home okay, cleaned everyone up (no blood, but I'm sure we all had glass dust in our hair). Someone's coming out tomorrow to fix it. So much for paying off all the credit cards soon.