An open letter to the stupid rock that hit and cracked my windshield
Day 15 of the 100 Word Project
Look, I get it: the I-10 is an unpaved switchback of a mountain road masquerading as a freeway. It has all the smoothness of a teenager who’s never even heard of Clearasil.
But did you have to put a crack in my windshield not even a week after I replaced it?
Seriously, broh. You’re lucky I have glass coverage, and the only person you’re actually inconveniencing is the poor sap who has to come out and replace my glass, again.
Oh, and I guess there’s the unfortunate suckers who have to pay for your trespasses out of pocket.