So what began as a chance to manicure my lawn into a perfect white picket fence dream house, ended with a broken back windshield. Let me explain.
I had already mowed the lawn. Next, I had taken the edger around the yard. I was 98% finished with the weed-eating. That's when I noticed the grass growing through the cracks in the driveway. I usually don't bother with that grass, as it doesn't grow big enough to worry me. But I wanted to give it my all. I wanted to give it 110%. I wanted the lawn to look immaculate. So I started to weed-eat it.
The good news was that the grass grows in-between where the concrete was laid. So it grows right where the road's asphalt meets the driveway's concrete. In other words, it grows in a straight line. That's great! I can walk and weed-eat in a straight line, and knock it out real quick.
So I get one side of the driveway. Then I continue weed-eating the other side. I had the weed-eater on full blast due to the kind of grass that was growing through it. We have St. Augustine, and I was trying to cut it down completely, and that meant going through the roots.
So I was weed-eating when I thought I heard a gunshot. I looked around, and didn't see anyone or anything. I looked over to my left at Mom's Ford Escape. Everything looked fine. I looked at Dad's Ford F-150 next to it. Again, everything was fine. So I continue weed-eating the grass in the cracks. I get to the side of the driveway where I finish weed-eating that line of grass.
That's when I look over to my car to see my back windshield exploded. Here's a picture of it.
Apparently what I thought was a gunshot was the weed-eater picking up something (maybe a penny or other piece of metal) and slinging it right into my back windshield. I was just trying to make the lawn look nice. Now I had a completely destroyed back windshield. I'll be honest, I still thought it was a gunshot when I looked at it. I thought it went through the edge of it making the two holes. I checked out Dad's truck to see if there was a bullet hole in it. I couldn't find one, so I must have slung something into the glass.
So the insurance and glass people were called. I then did the only thing I could do. Start cleaning up the mess. I got out my toolbox with my long hammer and heavy duty gloves. I know that glass can cut up a person really quick, so I made sure to wear my gloves. I also got out my shop vacuum, and two brooms, and a pan.
I'm glad I had the shop vacuum to clean up the inside of my car. Here's before the vacuuming:
And after the vacuuming:
I still need to get into some of those nooks and crannies, but I got all the major glass out of there. Next, I had to drive to the back of a corporate maze of businesses to find Safe Light Glass. I drove around for 45 minutes in Thonotosassa pissing off the locals. But I finally found it, and they put a temporary cover on the back for me.