It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon in spring. Not only was the weather great, there was no traffic to deal with. I decided to take a drive.
I was on the highway approximately ten miles from my home when it happened. There was a breeze, a felt a sudden surge of pressure in my ears, and I could all of a sudden hear the sounds of nature too clearly. The rear window of my car had blown out! I checked to see if there were any cars around me to be damaged; I also reduced my speed to 40 miles per hour. A temporary state of shock set in as I kept driving.
“What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?" I kept repeating aloud. After what seemed like an eternity of chanting this, I snapped out of it and made a decision to continue driving home. Upon making this decision, I increased my speed a little bit (although I still was going slowly).
Stopping at a few dealerships and car repair shops on my way home, I found that they were all closed for the weekend. Just my luck. I gave up and went home. Since my car was so exposed, I was a Nervous Nellie and went to check on it twice that evening. (As if I could do anything but be upset if something else had happened!)
When I arrived home, I got some garbage bags from there place in my home, duct-taped them together, and then duct-taped them over the rear window. Opening the car doors in the back seat, I tucked the end of the bags in the door as I closed them. That was going to be my fix until I could get a replacement window.
Monday found me taking the bags off the window so I could drive to work. It was strange driving around hearing the cars that were behind you. When I arrived at work, I would place the bags back on the window. At work, I placed some calls to find someone who would replace the glass for me at a decent cost. I was fortunate to find someone who would come to work the next day at noon.
When they arrived to fix the window, it took about half an hour for him to replace the window and vacuum the back seat of glass shards. While I had his attention, I asked him if the window seal had been "helped" to give way. He assured me that it was not. This does happen, although it isn't common.
This was such a crazy thing to have happened. I am grateful that no one was injured from the flying glass. I am also grateful that there was no rain during the time that I was without a window. I count my lucky stars that this is done.
