The guys who broke my window were supposed to be here at 8:30 to fix it. They were late and I'm glad. I gave them fifteen minutes and left a note saying I had to run, and to just leave the key under the mat when they're finished. They're doing it on-site, so they don't have to take it anywhere or anything.
I suppose most people would stick around while someone replaced a window on their car, but I was going nuts with anxiety at the prospect. I wrote the note and left it under my windshield wiper, went back out and removed it, told myself I was just going to man-up and try to make small talk while they fixed it, stood looking out my window while I worried some more, and then finally just decided to leave the note on the front stoop with the key folded underneath it, and hide-out while they did what they had to do.
It'll be just my luck that I misunderstood the guy, and that he needs to take my car somewhere, and this simple little mundane transaction will turn into a giant, stinking, mess.
I'm sitting upstairs with my phone sitting face-down on silent, if they call me I don't even want to know. I'm not even going to look at it until noon.
What an existence. :applause:
