Reason #14 for hating Interstate driving.

So, I can put 60,000 miles on this without once chipping my windshield, despite having numerous debris (mostly stones of varying shape and size). However, I don't even have 1,500 miles on this and the first bloody stone to bounce off my windshield has to chip it. I suppose there could be a variety of reasons including the aerodynamics and size of the Mazda3 versus the Camry, or it could be a difference of quality between the two manufacturers. Whatever the reason, I find it extremely irritating.

I wish I had my camera...

Don't you ever have those moments where you wish you had your camera? About 12:30 in the morning on Sunday, my wife and I stop by a bowling alley on the southwest side of Milwaukee so she can see a friend. As we're entering the parking lot, we see about 5 cop cars and an ambulance leaving the same lot. I puzzled on this for a moment, but assumed it must have been a fight. So, we head into the bowling alley, and everything seems business as usual for a bowling alley in Milwaukee: the lanes are empty and everyone is at the bar drinking. Anyhow, we find Talitha's friend and they start chatting. I excuse myself to the gent's room, walk in, take a look at what can only be described as a blood bath , and then immediately do an about face, meet back up with my wife, and join in the conversation while trying to stifle my urges to do the pee-pee dance.

The entire wash room was covered in blood. All over urinals, all over stalls, all over the sinks, walls. It looked like someone might have exploded in there. I wish I would have had my camera because words couldn't describe it. I mean, it wasn't gory, there were no bodies or brains, or anything like that. However, it was all a bit too much for my mind to take in while I was attempting to relieve myself. Anyways, the bartender explained that someone had taken a Lite bottle and smashed it over someone else's head - I can only hope that it was "I'll cut you" style. I presume a fight broke out between the head smasher and the head smashee, and that's how the blood got all over the place. Reminded me of a forensic science class presentation by a blood patter expert where it was explained that a little blood can look like a lot of blood.