A couple of weeks ago some neighbors put up a basketball hoop across the street from Keith's house. I always park on the [very narrow] street, so he had gone out there and said they better never hit my car with the basketball because I'm very mean and scary. I mean, just look ^^^ clearly scary, right? Right. So.
Last night, I was downstairs for a few minutes, and when I came upstairs the front door was open and Keith came inside and said, "Hey, come outside and meet the neighbors!"
I was thinking, Uh, ok, I've lived here for five months and now it's time to meet the neighbors? Okay..." but I went outside without asking any question and the man, woman, and two junior highish aged boys introduced themselves and shook my hand while looking extremely nervous and terrified and I was like awww they're nervous to be meeting a girl! Adorbs.
Then, the mom (whose name I can't remember because I'm the best neighbor ever) said, "So..." and pointed to my car, Bruce Wayne, which was right next to me but which I hadn't been paying attention to because hello, greeting neighbors and stuff.
I turned around and gasped because...
I had no more back window! I heard the dad say to Keith, "You didn't tell her?!?!?" and Keith laughed and said, "No way!" and I just stood there with my hands over my mouth and straddling the line between laughing and crying.
"So... this boy was throwing and this boy was catching, but this boy threw it poorly and this boy couldn't catch it, and the ball kind of bounced off your window and broke the whole thing. We'll pay for it though!"
And like, you guys, what do you even say in that situation? Everyone was awkwardly laughing and the parents kept talking about how they'll pay for it but I should call my insurance and they had a shop vac that they could use to clean all the glass (is it even glass? I feel like those windows are made of something way stronger than glass) up from inside my car, and I had a lot of thoughts going through my mind:
-Is it legal to drive without a back window?
-It's going to be really embarrassing when they see all the junk in the trunk of my car when they try to clean all the shards of Bruce out of there. I should try to keep my car cleaner.
-Should I tell them they don't have to pay for it? I feel bad for them. How embarrassing.
-I need to pee.
One of the kids did comment on all the crap in my car and his mom said, "Come on, how often do you see me clean out my car? Girls' cars double as extra purses!" and I couldn't tell if she was serious or just trying to make me feel better, but whatever.
Then one of the boys told me the ball didn't land in my car because it just bounced off, and I said, "So I don't even get a free baseball outta this??" and the mom offered to have them sign the ball for me and I seriously considered
It was really difficult watching them basically gut Bruce's backside.
Then they vacuumed it and I kind of wanted to ask them to vacuum my entire car but I refrained because MANNERS.
And now I have a black tarp on the back of my car. The dad asked if I wanted black or clear and I said, "Black. I've been wanting tinted windows anyway."
So now I don't really know what to do. I mean, I guess I'll call my insurance and then call some car window replacement places and try to find the best deal but that just sounds like SO much work and I'm way too lazy for all of this.
Anyway, that's my story now I need to go take a nap bye.