Cracked Glass

The other day I was driving back from seeing the dr. and a truck was passing me. No big deal, until I heard something hit my windshield. Nooooooo! I don't want to deal with a cracked windshield!! I immediately started inspecting my windshield, and sure enough, on the left hand side there was a crack about 1/2" long. Guuuurrrrrrrrrrrrr!!! I felt it with my finger, and it wasn't just a flat cut, it had made the glass protrude where I could feel it on the inside. Of course, I didn't want to cut my finger, so I didn't rub it that hard. I became instantaneously grouchy. Since I have a cell now (thanks Tim and Rebecca!! :D ), I picked it up to call someone b/c I had to share my frustration!

I call my sister-in-law, Arlene, b/c when I went down to visit her she has a long crack in her windshield, and she said we shouldn't talk about it b/c of the way "luck" and car issues run with me. She was getting ready to walk out the door, so I quickly told her why I was calling her. Oh my word!! What are the odds that I had seen her just 7 days prior, had that discussion, and then WHAMO! I got hit with a rock!!??!?!

Then I called my mom to vent. After that I was at Gerilynn's house and I told her, and then I told my friend Angela. I was just blah, blah, blahhin' about the whole thing. I was in such a foul disposition about it, and when I talked to my mom I said, Sheesh! They only thing that's original with my 2 yr old car is the AIRBAG!!!!!! (which was a drastic lie - but sounded good, and got a laugh!)

My mom told my dad, and he said I should call my insurance so they could try to stop it before it ran clear across the whole glass. Great! Just what I wanted to do - call my car insurance yet again. You know when you pay people to work for you when the "unexpected" happens, you shouldn't fear having to call them. Your first thought shouldn't be, oh man, are they going to drop me!?!?!? It's just very disheartening.

I wanted Gerilynn's husband to look at it first, b/c he's mechanically / car minded, just to get his opinion, and THEN I was going to call my insurance.

So I asked Ryan to look at it. He goes out to my car, and rubs it from the outside, and it looked like he couldn't feel it. I quickly say, well, I can feel it from the inside. Which, as the words were coming out, I thought, hmmmm, how come I can feel it from the inside but not the outside?? That doesn't make any sense! He goes in my car and starts rubbing it, and before my eyes -- THE SCRATCH STARTS TO DISAPPEAR!!!! :O

(This is the part where I haven't an ounce of pride left!)

He gets out of the car and tells me it was just some tape!

OH MY WORD!! I wanted to die!!! Do you know how glad I am that I did NOT call my insurance!!!!???!!? Can you imagine if they sent someone to my house, to check out my car's windshield, all for a measly piece of leftover tape of some sort!!!!!??? They probably would have dropped me .... for stupidity! They probably would have thought - you're not fit to drive a car!!!

I have no idea how this "tape" got on their either. I never saw it before, it was too low to be left over residue from an oil change sticker. I'm stumped. The only thing I can think of, is maybe when it was at the body shop they posted something while they were working on it. Who knows - it sure made a funny moment though. Then I had to go back and tell all those people I had blabbed too - it really wasn't a crack.

Walk of Shame I tell you . . . Walk - of - Shame!

(note: Arlene, you'll probably read this before I call you - so yeah - I don't have a crack in my windshield that I can see ...... YEAH!!! :D)