So, here’s the sitch. I go home every day for lunch. I don’t have the money to go out to eat all the time, and I am too lazy to just pack a lunch. Yesterday, I do like I always do and head to the apartment. As I’m getting in my car to go, I notice the backseat is looking bright. I turned my head and see that the back passenger side window is busted.
The glass was still intact, but it was completely spiderwebbed. I saw a man weedeating when I first arrived, but I just don’t believe a rock would do this kind of damage. At least, not one that a weedeater would pick up.
Then I saw something else that made me a tad suspicious: a croquet mallet not but a few feet from my car.
What the hell?!? I don’t live in the ghetto! I have never had this happen to me! Gah!