So This Is What Life Is Like

I was on my way to work last Friday when all of a sudden an object flew off a truck ahead of me and hit the windshield of my Prius. I didn’t see any immediate damage and thought perhaps it had hit the roof, but acutally it had hit the exact edge of the windshield, so that it was only on the drive home that cracks appeared, spreading long and fast.

So, time to get a new windshield. I called a glass company, which said it would send a guy out on Monday, but when Monday came the company called back saying the guy was sick and the supplier didn’t have the proper windshield and would Tuesday be ok? While my mind asked, Do I have a choice? my mouth said Sure, and for the Monday I swapped cars with Emma, thinking that she had a scant mile to drive to her job, and on local roads at that, so the cracked windshield was unlikely to present her any problems. Oddly enough, I was unequivocally right for a change.

That left me driving the old Accord to Irvine and, saints be praised, it got all the way there. And all the way back, too, but at the beginning of the drive back… it happened. Just south of the 5-405 merge (if you happen to know the area), where the traffic always settles down to a sedate seven or so miles per hour, I saw it. One lane to the left, one position ahead of me, a car with an LBI sticker on its bumper. I immediately reached for my camera, which I always keep in the arm-rest compartment between the front seats expressly for this purpose, and I realized:

I’m in the WRONG CAR!!! AAAAaaahhhhhhhhhh!

Oh well. At least the glass people came on Tuesday, and the Prius looks awfully nice without any cracks in its windshield……