A few weeks ago, the Salvation Army bell ringers showed up at our neighborhood grocery store. For the record, I love Salvation Army bell ringers. The first day I saw our grocery store bell ringer, I took all the change I had and bent to put it in the donation bucket. When I straightened up, the bell ringer started hassling me because, apparently, I could have hit my head on his "Sharing is Caring" sign. "Whoa, whoa!!! You coulda hit yer head there! You gotta be more careful! That coulda really hurt! See that? [he banged on the sign] That's metal! That woulda really hurt! You coulda hit yer head! You gotta be more careful!" Rather than standing around for more lecturing, I wished him a happy holiday and started to walk away. After I was about 10 feet away, it finally occurred to him to wish me a happy holiday as well. How weird is that?

Yesterday I was sitting in the living room, working on my laptop, and I heard the most dreadful crash. I couldn't tell where it came from, but it was definitely the sound of glass shattering. After I couldn't find anything wrong inside, I went outside to investigate and found the guest bathroom window with a baseball-sized hole in it. A few minutes later, two kids biked up to the house very slowly, looked at that side of the house, then turned around and went home. Now, that's certainly not enough reason to go pounding down their door and demanding to see their parents. But assuming for a moment that it wasn't their fault, how else could it have happened? Does glass spontaneously shatter like that?