Someone should put CVS in charge of the cops

An odd thing occurred while driving up to Baltimore to look for housing this past weekend. I left with my dad to drive up on a Friday and check out some apartments. We were in his and my step moms mini cooper s, which is a sweet car.

So we're about fifteen minutes from my house, traveling north on 295 towards Baltimore. We were probably going about 65 or so and just as we were passing some naval testing area WHAM! there was load noise to the right of me, and the next thing I knew there was glass showering down on me as the passenger side window disintegrated.

We had no idea what the fuck happened, the passenger window just blew out for absolutely no reason while going 65. So I was covered in glass, we were both pretty freaked out, and honestly we were freaking out a bit because the only thing we could think of initially was that someone had shot out the window. My dad starting yelling and asking if I was alright and I seemed to be... However the wierdest moment of the whole ordeal was sitting there and for a good thirty seconds looking at my legs and chest, expecting to see blood soaking through my clothing from a gun shot wound I didn't feel yet.

We pulled over about a mile past the incident and I called 911 while my dad searched the car for a sign of where the bullet could have exited. I told the 911 guy where we were, that the window had exploded and we thought it may have been shot out and gave him my cell number. Within about two minutes a van with flashing lights pulled up behind us while we were fishing glass out of the car and looking around nervously for a shooter. We were impressed the cops were there so quickly. Except it wasn't really a cop. It was this EMT guy that worked for CVS where CVS sponsors him to drive around and check up on people. So he saw we were fine and then went to move on.

So then we waited for the cops. We kept searching for a bullet hole in the car while we waited and found nothing. And after 30 minutes the cops had still not shown up. I mean we were on a fucking interstate, we reported that someone had shot out our window and no one could get there in 30 fucking minutes. Finally we were convinced there was no bullet hole and just left and drove home. We wanted to get up to Baltimore and see the apartments and figured we would just have to claim it with insurance anyway.

The truly amazing thing about the whole thing is the dispatcher never called back to locate us. After 30 minutes no cop showed up, and no one ever called us back even though they asked for my cell phone number. You would think that after the sniper attacks in the DC area a few years back, they might be interested in a report of a window randomly being blown out that was suspicious for a gun shot. But nope, I guess not.

We never figured out what happened. The best theory was we found a pretty big scratch on the side mirror where a rock could have struck the mirror and ricoched into the passenger window. But it's only a weak theory at best. Pretty weird experience though and doesn't help me put a lot of faith in the police.

But hey, I ended up finding a sweet apartment.