Sometimes life smacks you right in the face. Other times it sends a projectile rocketing through the side window of your van. Either way, it quickly gets your attention.
On Wednesday I was going about my usual routine of getting my youngest daughter ready to make the trek into town for work. We walked out to our van, I buckled her in and then noticed a bunch of black debris in the back of my van. Naturally I assumed one of the kids or my wife spilled something, but I soon found this was not the case.
As I looked at the shimmering black mass, it hit me and my eyes slowly moved to the where the window had once been. Instead of seeing tinted glass, I saw trees lazily swaying in the wind. After a few moments of complete shock, I went to investigate.
I went through many scenarios and the only logical conclusion is that when my neighbor was mowing earlier that afternoon, a rock must have tried to make friends with my window and the window became so excited it fell to pieces. Cue rimshot.
Now I'm rocking the always-cool cardboard and trash bag combo that's become the staple of Middle America to cover my window. It might not look cool, but who am I kidding -- I drive a minivan. No offense to minivan owners out there, but if you look up the definition of cool in the dictionary, I seriously doubt the image of a station wagon or a minivan is anywhere to be seen.
Fortunately we have someone coming to replace the glass tomorrow and we'll be good as gold. I'm out more than a few bucks, but at least it's an interesting story to tell.