So, we’re fine. The window is fixed, and we have been assured that we were not targeted specifically.
I would like to share with you a conversation I had at the apartment office the morning after rock-through-the-window. Because it was amazing and eerily familiar. I would say that the only missing piece of this most recent convo was the brilliant office assistant blaming the entire situation on the humidity. (As you will see, she came close.)
[Rae walks into main office.]
Office Assistant (OA): So your window broke last night, huh?
Rae: Well, a rock broke it. It didn’t break on it’s own [smile].
OA: [confused] It’s broken?
Rae: That’s correct. Two panes are broken; exploded inward in a shower of deathly shards.
OA: Well, the glass guy will come fix it today [side note: this was a lie by 24 hours] but you know you weren’t the only one. Another guy had broken windows and some tires were slashed.
Rae: Oh, wow. I feel so much better! [blank stare from OA] So a busy night, huh?
OA: Well I called the cops last night after I got your call and they told me they were too busy to come out so I asked them to please just send someone. I asked them as a personal favor because they weren’t going to come. And they came, right?
Rae: The cops did manage to show up 90 minutes after we called, and after arguing with me about the existence of our apartment. So thank you for that.
OA: [confused again] Well, you know, it’s the summer. This kind of thing is only going to get worse.