Diaries of a Cracked Windscreen

Picture this: you’re cruising down the freeway, vibing to Jerusalema, when a rogue pothole launches a pebble at your windscreen like a Proteas fast bowler. That tiny “tick” sound? It’s the opening act for an epic crack that spreads faster than gossip in a Joburg taxi queue.

Now a windscreen replacement is inevitable in this situation, however you are now stuck with a dilemma. Drive on to the nearest party starting store where you can pay less than half of that to purchase either a bottle of encouragement or 6 ice breakers to take to the braai, or turn left at this next offramp to have you windscreen replaced for roughly R1000. What to do? What to do? Now any normal responsible south african would go for the latter, however normal, responsible south africans are a rare breed. So you soldier on to the nearest party starting store, when all of a sudden you see a person waving directly at you from a distance asking you to pull over to the shoulder of the busy freeway. And what is the first thing that our friendly greeter notices before pulling out his ticket book is the cracked windscreen. Eish, now where is the coldrink that this professional hide and seek player is going to subtly hint at you?

Be the responsible south african, go to NST Glass to get your windscreen replaced. We also have a vending machine filled with ice cold coldrinks in case your parched. Follow for more stories from diaries of a cracked windscreen