an expensive drinking game...

if you get caught.

Police say that Serena’s car may have been the victim of a traditional high schooler’s game Saturday between 11:08 p.m. and midnight.
“They throw a brick in the back windshield of cars,” said the Deerfield Police Officer, “the more bricks they can get through the hole the more points they get.”
We didn’t find any bricks, though, but I did find a broken beer bottle in the passenger seat. This was after we spotted the empty Corona case outside on the ground next to the driver’s door, which led us to the broken back windshield that was completely shattered. I opened the door and her car wreaked of alcohol and there were glass fragments left on the passenger’s side window.
My guess was that the perpetrator was either on foot or got out of their car. I’m still unsure as to how they broke the window, whether flinging a beer bottle or some other foreign object at it. It is conclusive that they threw a full beer bottle through the break in the windshield, it struck the passenger’s side window, and it landed in the passenger seat.
Poor Serena; she was hanging out with me at my babysitting house, in a wealthy and safe neighborhood, after she had been relieved by her babysitting parents that lived a handful of minutes away. We were waiting for mine to get home from their Christmas party. Bitsy, the dog, had randomly jumped from her kennel and started barking loudly, as if she was alarmed. Serena and I just assumed she was uncomfortable with the new guest in the house.
The guest had to pay $305 for the repair. Not to mention over an hour of labor outside in the freezing cold that was spent breaking in the rest of the windshield, vacuuming up all the glass fragments, and trying to cover the back with plastic, just so that we could drive back to the dorms safely. The tape wouldn’t stick to the car because the surface was iced over. We took a huge piece of plastic and shoved it in the trunk, the back of the sunroof and the side doors (it hadn’t occurred to us until the next day to tape it from the inside).

The mother requested my phone number and asked if she could call me again (I had been filling in for a teammate). I said yes and received a call from her the next day as she was concerned about Serena's car and also hoping that the incident wouldn't scare me from ever babysitting again. Her two girls, 11 and 8, were extra easy to take care of - - and who would pass up $10-12 an hour under the table? I'm still in.