Excuse me, did you just say our car window was smashed?

This weekend we surprised the kids with a getaway to an indoor waterpark resort. They were thrilled, and we were happy to do something special with them.

It all started fine, but by 2:30 Saturday afternoon, our fun weekend turned ugly.

Hotel security came up to our room to let us know that our car had a window busted out.

Hubby went out with them, they phoned the police and waited for them to arrive. They took photographs and filled out a report (the hoodlums got away with our radar detector, cell phone charger, outlet adapter thingy (nice technical name, huh?) and the charger for the GPS). I'm assuming it was the windshield mount that tipped off the crooks into thinking they'd hit the jackpot with our car (did I mention we haven't even made our first car payment on it yet?). They rifled through our glove box and just tossed everything onto the passenger seat.

I have never felt so violated in my life. And it just sickens me to think that someone was going through my stuff. And it pisses me off that these nogoodmotherfuckers care less about damaging people's property to try to make a quick buck. I hope the pawn shops in the area didn't give them anymore than $5 for the goods. Bastards.

While it could have been worse, I'm still irritated, angry, upset and distraught over the whole ordeal. There were no glass places open to come repair it - despite ads in the yellow pages offering "Same Day Emergency Service" - and did I mention that it was SNOWING? Yeah.

Wide open space where a window used to be + Snow = One Big Snowy Mess INSIDE Car.

We didn't know what else to do. We were supposed to be staying another night, but how could we leave our car in the parking lot - while it was snowing - with no window? Hubby finally called our dealership, and while the service department was already closed, they made some calls and the service manager called back from home to say that they could get it fixed first thing Monday, and that if we could get it there by 5:30-6:00, they'd be able to get us a loaner as well (no charge).

So he drives 50 miles to go take the car in - and then 50 miles back to the hotel where me and the kids had been for the last FOUR HOURS, where he finally goes to the front desk and says "Our day has been shot, I've spent the last 4 hours dealing with this car thing and my wife has just had enough". They will be sending us a voucher for a night's stay (not really much out of their pocket - we stayed with a "Pay for One Night, Get a Night Free" deal - and left a night early). We arrived home just after 8:30pm and I couldn't have been happier. I had my own bed, my cat, and a feeling of security after an emotional day.

You don't realize how much something like this can effect you. I was emotional and there were tears. Not only tears of frustration and anger, but of disappointment that we had to wrap up our weekend early. I just couldn't stay another night, and it would have been silly at that point anyway....I was emotional and would have had no desire to go back down to the pool.

And to the sorry excuse of human life: I don't doubt that this will catch up to you and that you will be caught one day. And I hope you end up with the biggest, thickest, toughest man in prison that has a serious cheek fetish. Don't drop the soap, dumbfuck.