The husband left his car in his work's parking lot overnight. Returned to work yesterday morning to find his car window punched out. They took a gym bag. Yes, a gym bag. Full of sweaty clothes. I'm not complaining. More damage could be done.
So, we juggled cars and dropped his car off at the glass repair folks. A decent estimate. We were happy. Car supposed to be fixed same-day.
But, the car, the ever-picky car, needed a special-order window, ordered from Ohio (strangely, my husband and the car's place of origin), pushing the pick-up to today (hopefully).
I say "hopefully" especially because I went to pick up B in my car, and my car's battery died.
We just replaced one of our bike's tires. We're hoping it holds. The other bike is at B's work... with a broken chain.
Luckily, there are city buses. Right now, I'm hoping the rain stops for a while so I can unbolt the battery from my car.
At least I get to work from home in my pajamas.
But really, I'm not upset. It all happened at convenient times and in the town we live. I didn't even get stuck at a grocery store needing a jump or something. Just about any other time would be inconvenient. So I can't complain.
The husband left his car in his work's parking lot overnight. Returned to work yesterday morning to find his car window punched out
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