Twice-Broken Windshield

While living in the Carterville house in Orem, UT, I bought a little Datsun B-210 for $300. I kept it parked along side the house a little off the dirt driveway, on the grass. One day I came home and found a huge, jagged hole in my rear windshield and a very large rock sitting in the back, surrounded by broken glass.

Hysterical, I ran into the house, hollering about what I found. I quickly learned that Derek had been throwing these huge rocks and "accidentally" threw the rock right through my rear windshield.

After the dust settled and I calmed down, I realized that I had no choice but to buy a new windshield. There was an auto salvage yard in Orem next to Geneva Steel where you could buy used parts off of junked cars. So I found and bought a new rear windshield for $50. I took it home, wrapped it in blankets, and laid it on the floor of the shed near our home. Rarely did anyone ever come into this little spider-infested shed, so I thought the windshield would be safe for a day or so, while I made preparations to put it in.

Shortly thereafter, Derek went walking into the shed for some unknown reason and walked right on top of my windshield lying on the floor. Broke it right in half.

When I found out I went nuts again. My second windshield was broken, and again by Derek, who kept indignantly shouting, "Why'd you leave it lying on the floor?"

I think Derek had it in for my windshields.