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I was working on the defunct Ford LTD in my driveway earlier today, and wasn’t having much luck. I’ll be damned if I can find an inline fuel filter on that car. I also sprayed the hell out of the carburetor with Gumout, in a vain attempt to clean out any dirt preventing fuel from getting where it needs to go. The car starts, but runs really rough, and runs rougher when I give it more gas. Disgusted, I put the air cleaner and hoses back on the car, put the tools in the back seat, and went back inside.
While I was washing my hands, Tina went into the kitchen to refill my iced tea. I dried my hands and was watching TV when I heard Tina yell for me; “Someone just shot at the window!” Sure enough, the glass of the stationary half of the patio door was shattered, but still in the frame. I looked around for a possible “shooter,” but didn’t see anyone. After opening the door and stepping outside, I realized the window was not shot out. The exterior pane of double-pane window was still intact. Only the interior pane was shattered.
Even an hour after this mysterious shattering, the tempered glass was still in the process of splintering into tiny pieces. It sounded like a big bowl of glass Rice Krispies. The picture shows the glass about an hour after it shattered. I still don’t understand what caused the window to break. We did have a cold front come through yesterday that dropped the temperature about 15 degrees and brought us a little bit of rain. Today wasn’t as warm as yesterday, but the afternoon sun was baking the back of the house, where the patio door is. I guess the glass broke due to the temperature change.
Anyway, I took the dustpan brush and tapped the broken glass to cause it to fall, and knocked out the remaining fragments from the frame. Tina used the dustpan and brush to clean up the all the broken glass.
