Well, sort of. Ruby Mae experienced a “boo-boo” on our way home from a therapy dog visit today. We were minding our own business on I-285 west near the New Northside Drive exit/I-75 split when I heard a loud thunk and watched a bullseye appear on my windshield. No dump trucks around. The offending rock must’ve been thrown up by a box truck or semi near me. Anyway, the windshield replacement is scheduled for tomorrow at a reputable local automotive glass company – not the dealership where I purchased the vehicle.
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