Thursday night I went to the bowling alley to watch John bowl. The car was locked up and the alarm was on. Apparently while I was inside, two black guys were by the coupe f**king around with my drivers side window. A bowler spotted them while she was outside smoking, it set off my alarm, they ran off and she came inside to tell. I go outside and notice nothing wrong and reset the alarm. We leave and John rolls down the power windows for the ride home. I go to lean back in the car and notice the drivers side window is off track. At this point the rain is at a light drizzle when we got home. The window wouldn't go up due to it being off track. I can't bend over and do s**t to fix the car. So I had John switch out the cars and put the coupe in the garage so rain wouldn't get in the car and he can try to figure out how to get it back on track. That didn't happen. John had to take the red hatchie to work yesterday and I took the white hatchie to work. John goes into bitching mode everytime he has to drive the red hatchie in the rain, fearing he hits a puddle and water somehow gets sucked up into the turbine.Connie please explain how not having a working window could make your turbo toast?
So cliff notes:
WIndow off track in Coupe and won't roll up.
Coupe is garaged until it's fixed.
It's rainning.
Hubby takes red hatchie to work and I take the white hatchie to work.
Hubby fears red hatchie will hit a puddle and fry the turbo.
Did I mention this was at the same f**king bowling alley where my purse/wallet was stolen from last year?
Thats why I gotta take it somewhere to get it done. 
I'm completely useless until this f**king kid decides to come out!