I know what happened to the ninth planet
If you are looking the ninth planet in our solar system, I believe I found it the other day driving to Omaha, in the form a an asteroid-sized hunk of rock, thrown by a semi truck which made a nice, moon-crater like hole in my windshield. That is, the windshield of my brand-effing new car. I've been driving for, well, 18 years or so, and this is the first time I have been struck by anything larger then a pebble. Needless to say I am quite annoyed. About the only good news is that the windshield replacement folks can so their dirty work on site so I don't need to drive the car somewhere.
Meanwhile, if some alien is looking for their planet, it's on highway 75 just north of Nebraska City. Please beam it up.
Meanwhile, if some alien is looking for their planet, it's on highway 75 just north of Nebraska City. Please beam it up.
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posted by Mike at
9:56 PM
2 Comments:
It's like raaaaaaaiiiiinnnn, on your wedding day!
I guess one nice thing is it's something you have to fix. For me, the worst is when it's a little dent. You see it every time you get in the car, but you can't justify the cost of fixing it.
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mattjustmull, At
10:44 AM
I'm not sure what the previous poster means. Having been associated with the auto-glass business, I know that the windshield is part of the car-s structural integrity, and must be replaced in such a situation.
I won't hold it against you if you didn't take the car to my family's business -- I know Dave was dissatisfied with my family, and somehow, I think it might have been a good idea to have it fixed in Omaha and not drive back to Lawrence with a hole in the windshield.
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route56, At
12:25 PM
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