The windshield of Simone's car has been cracked from left to right for nearly two months. Yesterday, she decided to finally do something about it. She called the mobile service of a glass repair shop.
"We'll be there between 8 am and noon," said the girl on the phone.
"I need to leave by 11:45 at the latest to walk to work," said Simone.
"No problem," the girl assured Simone. "We'll be there well before 11:45."
At 11:45 Simone called the glass repair place. "You're still not here. I need to leave for work."
Simone was instructed to leave the car unlocked. Payment would be finalized via phone after the deed was done. Save that when Simone headed home after work, the car still boasted a cracked windshield. A message on the answering machine explained the problem: apparently Simone's windshield was a heated one. Might have been nice if the dealership had explained this feature when she bought the car. Would have saved lots of scraping in the winter... Anyhow, the mobile glass repair guy had to leave to pick up the correct windshield.
He showed up again at 3:45 and proceeded to change the windshield. An hour later, he called Simone outside and showed her the work he'd done.
Simone contemplated the windshield for a few moments. "It's cracked," she noted the obvious.
"Um, yeah," agreed the repair guy. "The glass came that way. I thought it'd be better to put it in than leave your car open to the elements."
"How nice," muttered Simone. The crack now ran from top to bottom and was directly centered in front of the driver's seat.
"I think you should be okay driving it," offered the repair guy.
You think? Uh... NO!!!
Sheesh.
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