Rhapsodies

The day started so nicely. I had had my breakfast doing one of my “mock commutes” to Starbucks and back and had done my day’s Inktober challenge while I was there. Other than getting a little slowed down by my computer’s personality I thought things were beginning to go okay.

And then I heard A loud thud. When I looked up there was a large hole in my window surrounded by a spiderweb of cracks. I wasted a couple of being in shock wondering if someone had it in for me. Finally I went downstairs to see if there was any evidence I could asses. I was too late to see anyone running away and while there are plenty of rocks lying around there didn’t seem to be enough with the right heft to do hat kind of damage.

I called my building manager who said he’d get somebody to tape it up and to call the cops for paperwork’s sake. Because this was definitely not an emergency I was on hold for nine minutes. (being told if it wasn’t an emergency I could hang up and try again every thirty seconds) I finally got contact with a real person who took my information and said I had the option of getting a cop to look at it if I believed the damage was more than five hundred dollars. I said that it was but I wasn’t completely sure if I was telling the truth or not.

About an hour later the building manager showed up, and with one look assured me that I wasn’t lying about the more than five hundred thing.  He contacted the handyman since it wasn’t just the hole in the wall that was the problem but that the way the window was cracked that it could hypothetically collapse with shards fall on people bellow.

About a half hour later I finally got a call from the police to tell me that they were running late and I should keep waiting.

Soon after handyman showed up to put plastic over the window. And then the Police finally showed up to have a look at it and  give me an incident number freeing me from my wait. The frustrating thing is even with the i’s dotted and the t’s crossed I’m still going to have to waste more time with this tommorow when the contractors show up to replace the glass.

On top of this I don’t think there’s any evidence that dismisses my “a bird had an accident” hypothesis.