In the olden day, back when I was at NSA we had a rash of broken windshields. Well, they laid in wait to catch the miscreant and it turned out to be one of the Marine Guards. He would get drunk and break the windshields with his fist.
Glad I could walk to work and not meet this guy at night.
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