The world is against my owning a car without any kind of significant damage. It just is.

This morning I was driving to work and a small rock/mega pebble flew out of no where and hit my windshield, scaring the heck out of me.

Last night I was driving home from work and a hord of children flung some plastic toy right at my windshield. For a horrifying two minutes I thought that they had managed to chip the glass and that I would have to go back, track them down, track down their parents, and demand a new windshield. But I pulled over and it turned out to just be some sticky stuff that had been on the toy.

This episode makes me wonder: should children have toys? Should children even be allowed out in public? Parents used to have those leashes they kept kids on, maybe those should make a comeback while we're busy revisiting the 80s.