ipitytheblue
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Well Pit, woke up this morning to find someone had egged my recently purchased car. I'd left the apartment 20 minutes early to try to pick up a chicken biscuit on the way into work (McD, sadly) so I was able to clean some of the gunk off my windshield and driver's door window before departing. I can't think of any enemies I'd have except for this crazy bastard of an old man to whom I sold my last car. He had problems with it after the transaction (he declined to have it checked out by a mechanic, important detail) and accused me of lying to him about the condition (I didn't). In any case, it would be a pretty immature thing for a 65 year-old to do (not that I'd put it past him).
So, to help me feel better, why don't we all recount how we've been the victims of random or intentional vandalism. Schadenfreud and all.
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Around 2006, when I was a sophomore at WFU, I'd driven out to Reynolds Park golf course to play a round with some friends. When I got back to my car (inconspicuous 90's Volvo), it had been keyed all the way across the hood, from one side to the other. Deep, down to the metal, right in the center. I was parked right next to the clubhouse in the middle of the day. I'm still a little mad about that one.
So, to help me feel better, why don't we all recount how we've been the victims of random or intentional vandalism. Schadenfreud and all.
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Around 2006, when I was a sophomore at WFU, I'd driven out to Reynolds Park golf course to play a round with some friends. When I got back to my car (inconspicuous 90's Volvo), it had been keyed all the way across the hood, from one side to the other. Deep, down to the metal, right in the center. I was parked right next to the clubhouse in the middle of the day. I'm still a little mad about that one.