I saw them in the back of the parking lot near the bus and so I kinda took the long way around to go home and the second I was out of sight I heard a loud sound so I turned around and walked up and said 'hey that's our bus. I just heard a loud noise. What's going on?' Not in an aggressive way. Just trying to be straight forward about it. When I went around the side of the bus to see where they'd smashed the windows they ran off.
Pretty unfortunate. Kids being stupid. It happens. I'm not really mad at them. They threw rocks at other windows and mirrors too but the only ones they managed to break were the passenger door windows. I suppose it could've been worse. I had been nervous about leaving the bus there and in the back of my head I was worried someone would come along and mess with it. I don't know if it's better that it happened and ultimately wasn't that bad or if I'm more nervous that they might come back or that it could happen again. I don't know what I'd feel if it happened again. Defeated, I guess.
I will say though, my friends at the gym helped me clean up the glass and we taped up the windows and parked the bus in the corner so the broken side isn't as much of an issue. And my friend got a picture of the kids. I called the police but I'm not expecting anything to come from it. I don't know. Stuff happens I guess. I think it's better to not read too much into it. You fix it up and keep going.
It means a lot that people were there to help me. I felt supported when I really needed support.
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