A Look Back: Saturday Night

I had an eventful night on Saturday.  Here is how it went:

I was downstairs in 110 when I heard this huge shattering sound come from the alley.  Melissa and her friend, Kelly, were just walking up the hall to get me and go to a party.  They said they saw a wine bottle fly from the top level and it looked like it hit either my car or the car next to me.  I ran over to check on my car and sure enough...my car's rear, driver-side window was shattered.  Tinted glass covered the ground next to my car.  Anyone who knows me knows that you don't mess with me or my cars.  I was fine when my neighbor scratched my car because it was an honest accident that got fixed quickly.  This was totally different.  Some idiot threw a bottle and it smashed my window.  Was it deliberate?  Was there malicious intent?  Who knows...

I see this dude in the alley at the time when I run outside and then he starts walking away.  I sprint down the alleyway (making Usain Bolt look slow).  I come to the guy and he tells me he didn't do it and it was someone from upstairs.  I thanked him and Usain Bolted it back to the complex and ran up the stairs to the only place I knew would be harboring someone dumb enough to throw a bottle off the balcony and hit a car...my car.  216.  More specifically, wherever Tyler was.  He just happened to be in 216.

I get to 216 and try to open their ALWAYS unlocked door.  And it's locked.  Suspicion just got raised by 10000%.  So I knock and knock and Peter opens the door.  I ask them to please tell me if one of them threw a bottle off the balcony.  No one answers.  I asked them again to tell me if someone threw a bottle off the balcony.  They said none of them did it. 

Another thing about me: I HATE being lied to.  It's the most annoying thing in the world.  I would never expect my friends to lie to me when I was being serious with them and wanted a straight answer.  They lied.

As I'm walking down the hallway about to interrogate the other apartments, my good ol' buddy Tyler McKnight, followed closely by Peter and James, yells my name.  He comes up to me and told me he did it.  I thought he was being a jackass and was kidding.  Not the case.  He actually did it.

Everything after that is not important.  Tyler had to call my dad yesterday and talk it over.  Tyler said they had a nice chat.  He's clearly paying for everything.  Situation resolved. 

Lesson learned: If you are gonna get your car window smashed, have your friend do it so you can make them pay for it.

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