Don't want to be no superman, I just want to do the best I can

Disclaimer: The names of this story have been changed to protect the guilty and the birds.

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The mysery has been solved. There were no love quarrells between the white collared businessmen on the 11 and 12th floor. There were no thrown diamonds. There was not even as much as a modern day water gate on the 7th floor that went terrible wrong when the Spanish Mafia came in with wooden baseball bats knocken out windows as if they are pinatas filled with tequila and limes...friends it was none of these.

So please, sit back, relax and wait as I tell you the story of the broken window that fell on top of my car.

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As the gentlemen comes up to my office to get my info, as the building is obvioiusly paying for the repairs to my car, we decide to go take a look at the damage. I get in the first set of elevators to go down....I look at Mr. Building engineer as he is on the phone with the landscaping people telling them theat the grass on the east side needs color. He needs a proposal for this asap. Okay so he is off the phone now.

I ask him if they have any idea as to what could have caused the window to break. He tells me and I quote, "Probably just a little bird flew into it." Now I understand that maybe a bird flew into the building and may have caused a crack, but I feel bad for the bird as this "little" bird caused an 18x24 sheet of glass that is 1/8" if not more thick to fall out of a building. Where is the bird? The bird needs medical attention asap.