Bang, bang, the neighbor shot it down

Update: The neighbor, whose car kinda looks like Ichabod's, was shot at by a pellet gun as he was driving past our apartment to get to a parking place! He was still in the car, doggone it!

I knew all weekend that it was time for a new post. It was hard to get my act together as I have a cold and just was feeling generally lousy and blah.

Then, about 1:30 this morning, Ichabod and I both woke up. We heard noises outside. He thought it was firecrackers at first. I thought it sounded like a gun, but not quite loud enough. I could swear I heard something lightly hitting our windows.

There was nothing that I could see, though, when I got up to look. While I was looking there was no sound, either. After I went back to bed I began to hear the noises again. This is a noisy neighborhood so I figured as long as we weren't in mortal peril that I might as well go back to sleep.

I had no plans on working today as I still was feeling lousy. But I had a dentist appointment and those take a while to schedule so I figured I'd still go.

Then when I got down to my car this is what I saw:





There are about 30 holes in the windshield alone. I don't know how more there are between the hood, roof, and the driver's side door. There might even be more. When the policeman was here he was nice, but I could tell that there wasn't much he was going to do. We figure it was probably a high-powered semi-automatic pellet gun. From the angle of the shots it has to be from the crappy apartment building next door with the neighbors that like to play loud music in the middle of the night.

I don't know if my car was just the easiest to get or if somebody was mad at me and was purposely trying for my car. I take it in today at 12:30 to be repaired. In the meantime I'll be using a loaner.

I must quote from Jim here, Dammit, we can't have nice things!