Too close to home

On Sunday mornings, I usually go out and get a Sunday paper … mainly for the store ads. When I went this morning, I had a little surprise. There’s a parking spot next to my garage. While walking to my garage, I noticed something on the ground in that spot that didn’t look right. It was black, but it wasn’t fluid. It was glass. The vehicle parked in the spot had it’s back window busted out. I decided that when I got home from the store, I’d call and report it. It turns out that the owner of the vehicle has to report the vandalism. I have no idea who’s car that is. If I did, I’d knock on their door and let them know. I tried to do a good deed, but failed. Oh well. At least I tried and didn’t ignore it.

I’m not sure if it was a random thing or not. None of the other vehicles in the lot appear to be vandalized. But I can’t get a good look at some from my balcony … at least not the backs of them. But this hit WAY to close to home. That’s right next to my garage. What if it had been some crazy person who had managed to break into my garage? My car could have been trashed too (not that it’s the best car, but it’s still getting me where I go … most of the time … LOL). I just don’t know why people do shit like that. But I’m definitely glad that I have a garage.