Unexpected Souvenir

On our way back to Tallahassee from Dallas, where we’d attended graduation exercises for our granddaughter, we got an unexpected and unwanted souvenir—a crack in the windshield. It wasn’t a large crack, but threatened to grow if we didn’t have it fixed quickly.

So today I’m sitting in a Safelite AutoGlass repair shop waiting for my windshield to be made whole again, when in fact I should be finishing the first draft of Wedding at the Happy Valley Motor Inn and Resort. My brain is stymied, though, and I don’t know how to bring the tale to a satisfying end.

Perhaps my main character could have a minor crack in her windshield, and after it’s fixed she and her friends could live happily ever after. Almost like real life.

Peace, people.

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

27 thoughts on “Unexpected Souvenir”

  1. I hate those cracks! I suppose it’s one of the things we have to put up with to drive fast and have mediocre interstate highways overrun with big rigs.

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      1. I don’t pick my phone up at all when I’m driving. My pet peeve is drivers who text while driving. Just today a young woman swerved in front of me. When I honked at her she dropped her phone. She came so close to hitting me.

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  2. Yeah. Came with the car. i thought.. yeah ANYTHING to sell you a car, when they said. But then one of the times we were in Glencoe which is hell on earth to drive in–you ahve no idea of the times we have nearly been killed there– ON THE ROAD– this camper van–plainly left hand drive cos we are right hand here– was weaving all over the narrow road in front of us, when the MR goes, ‘Jesus Christ, what is that?’ What it was was the van’s huge wing mirror, taken off by a speeding jeep coming the other way, and now rocketting straight for our windshield. We couldn’t swerve, we couldn’t anything but brace. It hit the shield and bounced right over the back of the car. I thought if we are not killed here, then we are going to be spending the weekend trying to get this replaced. There wasn’t a chip. Not a scratch.

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