I would like to extend my sympathies to the person or persons who visited our home during the weekend. While I have been wrapped up in my petty concerns regarding my husband's continued layoff and the care and feeding of our ten-month-old son, I have ignored your needs. I'm sorry.
I can't imagine what it must be like to have such a complete lack of self-esteem that you can only lift your spirits by destroying the property of others. How sad to believe that you have no higher purpose in life than to take up space in a police file. If only your parents loved you enough, you might be motivated to better yourself and your lot in life.
While my husband is seeking a replacement for the shattered window, perhaps you can fill your hours of boredom by getting a hobby that brings positive attention about which you can brag to your family. Something that doesn't have to be done in cowardice, under cover of darkness. If you can't get a hobby, at least get a life. The one you've chosen so far is only going to net you a career in remedial rock-breaking. I can't say that I have much faith in you, but I have plenty in our local law enforcement.
We got the rear window replaced the very next morning, thanks to a round of phone calls. That afternoon, we were in a fender-bender when a HUGE pickup backed into us. No damage to the car, but I jammed my fingers when I smacked the dash (Oh, God! Not on knitting night!), and Himself has a gash across his nose from whacking his glasses against the doorframe when he jumped out to see if the world was coming to an end. Junior was perfectly fine (Yay, car seats!). The funny part was the look on the other driver's face when she saw Himself with blood pouring down his nose...
So, please comment. Have you been the victim of vandals? Can you explain why anyone would find entertainment value in smashing something for the hell of it? Revenge I can understand. I'd still be pissed off, but I'd understand. Did the little jerks get caught? Thoughts and stories are welcome.