I come back to this...

RonZwanson

Guh. Parking is such a gamble. A lot of times if I can snag a spot in the crowd I'll do it, if it's next to other nice cars. I figure the dude in a C class Benz doesn't wasn't his (or her) door dinged either. I feel like that camouflages you from arse wipes who would intentionally do something to your car.

That said, I hate my neighbors. My immediate neighbors are fine, but the there's a sizable white trash contingent in the other houses around us. The parents all let their little white trash goober kids run a-f***ing-mok unmonitored. I came out to my car on Sunday to go to my hockey game.

RED CRAYON. All down the driver side door. I almost popped a hemorrhoid. Lucky for the little bastards it rubbed off fairly easily. That said, next time I see them, there's going to be an interrogation and some promises of broken arms...

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