The City of Brotherly... Mother - - - - - - -!

This is the site that greeted me yesterday as I went to leave for work. It's the second time my car has been hit since Vandra and I have been together, and the third time in my life I've lost a window in Philadelphia because some dirtbag is looking to make a couple of bucks.

The worst part is that the thieve(s) didn't even make off with much (or I guess that's the best part, depending on your perspective) - just my Sirius Satellite Radio cradle, and they ruined the magnetic antenna. I ordered a new set from eBay today for $43, so it could have been a lot worse.

I hate it when something like this happens, because it feels like you've been violated. Sigh. I guess that's life in the city - you take the good with the bad.

Worst of all is the inconvenience; I had to cancel my classes yesterday and make frantic phone calls to see if I could find an auto repair shop that would fix my window yesterday. It's amazing how many places say, "I can fit you in on Tuesday" when you call on Thursday for a window. (All of this while their yellow page ad reads, "Emergency 24 Hour Service," which makes me wonder what the "Emergency Service" entails. Perhaps people come over to your house to cheer you up or something, but I digress.)

Anyway, I found a place - and I got a new window installed for $85. Well, a new "used" window, but what do I care if a window's been used?

All in all, it could have been far worse. I guess the MFers who broke my window are the luckiest of all though, because I wouldn't have been thinking about possible jail sentences if I had something in my hand to bludgeon them with.

Okay, I don't really mean that, but just once, just once, I would love to catch someone doing that to my property.

My first thought yesterday was, "I hate this !@#$%$##@! city and I can't wait to move away." I guess I still have some of those thoughts, but, put more accurately, it's more like, "I hate some of the things that happen in the city."

Philly, you incomplete me.