- Apr 3, 2001
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ARGH
So I get home, and we're just about to sit down and eat dinner, when two of the neighborhood kids knock on our door. They tells me that some kid just broke our back windshield with a rock.
I'm puzzled, and I go look.
Sure enough.
Our 2004 Chrylser Sebring that we've not had even a full month yet has a SHATTERED WINDSHIELD!!!
%&$#ing kids! So we call the police, and get transferred to an automated system that tells us we'll be contacted within 36 hours.
I think the responsible party might be one of the neighborhood bullies, so we should be able to find out who they are. I look forward to speaking with the little %&*#ing sh!t's parents... I would very much love to wring this hellchild's neck at the moment.
So I get home, and we're just about to sit down and eat dinner, when two of the neighborhood kids knock on our door. They tells me that some kid just broke our back windshield with a rock.
I'm puzzled, and I go look.
Sure enough.
Our 2004 Chrylser Sebring that we've not had even a full month yet has a SHATTERED WINDSHIELD!!!
%&$#ing kids! So we call the police, and get transferred to an automated system that tells us we'll be contacted within 36 hours.
I think the responsible party might be one of the neighborhood bullies, so we should be able to find out who they are. I look forward to speaking with the little %&*#ing sh!t's parents... I would very much love to wring this hellchild's neck at the moment.