Friends:
I thought I'd share this experience I had trying to reinstall my windshield.
I had the rope in place in the rubber gasket and lubed it with liquid dish
detergent. No matter how we finessed the positioning ,or how hard my assistants
pressed on the glass while I tugged the rope, the glass would NOT go in. I
distinctly remember She Who Must Be Obeyed, who was watching our thumb-fisted
efforts saying, "If you're not careful, you're gonna break the glass!" Now if
you're like me, that's not necessarily what you want to hear from someone who's
had more than a few unkind words about "that damned car". But something inside
me said, "She could be right!" Rats. I hate it when she's right.
After several more tries I hoisted the white flag and called an auto glass
shop to come install it. And I'd cut my thumb on the windshield frame flange.
They came to install it today while I was at work. Well they must have had a
struggle, too, because the glass shattered while they were trying to put it in!
That's the bad news. The good news is that their installer's insurance will buy
a new windshield for me! And it won't have any pits or scratches like my old
glass had. Now how 'bout that? I know if I'd kept fighting that glass on my own
I would've broken it, too, but I don't have installers insurance.
The moral of the story, at least for a knothead like me, is that there are
some jobs were you'll come out ahead by hiring a professional! I hope my
experience saves somebody some $$ and aggravation. There's more than enough of
that as it is with these little cars.
The only downside is that I now have to endure the aura of smug superiority
emanating from She Who Must, who knows she was Right. It'll pass in a few
weeks, I reckon.
Jim
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