Mizha gives Tama a run for his money in the bratty face championship…
I’m a little shaken up today. On Cory’s commute home this came off the truck in front of him and bounced off the road, at 60 mph on the interstate, smashing into the windshield of our car.
This is what the windshield looks like now:
The inside is covered in shattered glass, where the force of the hitch broke the glass and shot pieces of it all over the interior and Cory. He was covered in it. We used one of those rolly sticky things to get all the bits and pieces off of him, like it was cat hair.
The owner of the hitch kept driving. Cory put his hazard lights on and started flashing his brights, but when the driver showed no sign of stopping, Cory followed until he could record the license plate number.
The hitch was buried so deeply into the window that it didn’t come off until after he’d exited the interstate, followed the driver, gotten the plate number, and at last pulled over at a safe location to assess the damage.
The cops didn’t seem interested in investigating when Cory called them, so we get to see if the insurance people can track down the owner. If not, we’re looking at a big ol’ bill for repairs, until we hit the $500 deductible.
When I called the insurance agency to start the claim process, the woman helping me asked when Cory’s birthday was. It’s next month, and she exclaimed, “Oh no! What a terrible thing to have happen just before a birthday!”
I replied, “Well, he gets to see another birthday. That’s a pretty good gift.”
But after I got off the call, I got really shaky. I got way too close to losing someone I love today.
Way too close.