Luckily it was parked outside her place of work so she was safely inside a building. She said it hailed for 30 minutes. The windshield looks like some of Ungoliant's spawn tried to hot-wire the car for a road trip to Mirkwood, and the body looks like a wandering band of Verdi enthusiasts practiced The Anvil Chorus on it with rather large mallets.
We meet the insurance adjuster Tuesday, right before my visit to the eye doctor. (Though I am a Southern Baptist, my eyes are Presbyterian. Or was it Presbyopic?)
Wifey is convinced the SUV, a 2010 Hyundai Santa Fe, is cursed. Earlier this year someone bashed the passenger side in the hospice parking lot (it was a nurse where she worked and they were nice enough to go in and tell her), then she got a recall for the brakes. I told her third time's the charm. Her reply is not suitable for a family board.