We’ve all been there. You return to your car after a satisfying dinner downtown or an entertaining movie by the lake only to find what used to be your driver’s-side window shattered, lying in hundreds of fragments on the street.
Your car’s been broken into. Or, in Bay Area lingo, it’s been bipped.
Most of us either sweep up the spiky pieces of glass and toss them into the trash, or leave them scattered on the road, cursing the crews that roam local cities smashing windows…