I was delighted to find that I did not have to go to work until noon today. I went down to my car at 11:30, so I could pick up Sarah and the window was broken. 
It looked like a truck had clipped it. So I called the police, and as they were looking at it a man came running over and said, “It was me.” Actually, he said something else longer, but it was in Icelandic and this is the gist of it. He’d been doing gardening across the street and hit my car as he backed up. He had already called the insurance company and they had contacted my rental company. So we just have to take the car in and they’ll give me a new car.
