Nothing is more frustrating than coming home from vacation to find out that someone maliciously smashed in one of your car windows. It really sucks. Tuesday night, Stu, Charleen, Sean and I got back into Boston from Killington. My parents called that evening to see how the ski trip went. They also had some bad news for me. Mom had been taking care of our two darlings while we were away. The other evening, she came by to feed them and realized that one of my windows had been broken. She put a plastic bag over it and made sure nothing obvious was stolen. She filed a report with the insurance, but I still have to file a report with the police (it’s my vehicle, so I have to file it). She mentioned that it might have been some of the kids were playing ball or some such and threw a ball into my car, but after having looked at it, I think I can safely say that that was not the case. There was no ball in my car and this was not a simple hole. It looks like someone took a crowbar or similar hard object and smashed my window in. The break is not circular or even close. There’s only a little bit of the actual window that didn’t shatter and fall.
The window is fixable. In fact, as I speak, two guys are down at my car fixing the window in the parking lot of my office. That’s not what I’m concerned about. What I’m concerned about is the fact that my feeling of safety in that condo complex got shattered with my window. My complex is supposed to be a relatively safe place. I know that no place is going to be perfectly safe, but I think I have the right to be able to leave my car for a few days in its parking spot and not have to worry about coming home with windows smashed in. I told Sean and it’s been resolved that as soon as our lease is up in June and we can find a better place, we’ll move again. I had hopes of being able to stay where we were, as the apartment was growing on me, but I know that won’t happen now. I want to feel safe when I come home at night and I just don’t anymore.