I came out of the house this morning only to discover that some S.O.B. had keyed my car (and three others) all along the driver's side.
Nobody's dead or injured I suppose, but it has taken the spring out of my step this a.m.
Not that I hold grudges you understand but I still brood and entertain revenge fantasies concerning the bottom feeder who threw paint over it in 2006 (see Icons passim).
Since then the main theme of late night attacks on my motor has been wing mirror snapping. I've lost count. Only one this year though, touch wood.
"String 'em all up. Hanging's too good for 'em. I had that Melanie Phillips in the back of the cab once ......."
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
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