He got it to me about 7 pm, and was shocked that I was not happy to see him. I was enraged, to say the least, that I gave the guy a chance to make his mistakes right. My window still does not fit right.
In an effort to flip my anger into joy, I washed the car and cleaned up the interior. It made me feel better to get it nice, and it made me think about the road trip and rally. It mostly worked.