I have days where I feel like I can’t catch at a break. This morning is one of those times. A truck on the interstate spit gravel at me and cracked the windshield. The car is due to be inspected by the end of the month. I’m not sure, but I don’t think I can pass inspection with a cracked windshield. Not surprisingly, I can’t afford this right now.
There’s a glimmer of hope. I called the trucking company and they’re “investigating” the situation. I’m hopeful this will all play out with minimal frustration (and cursing, shrieking and sundry carrying on) on my part.