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48 hours, 150 miles, and one vandalism.
Just when I'm having a pretty difficult time finding things to really bitch about, the world goes and drops one in my face. I was at a dinner party last night, and when I came out to go home there was silly string all over my car and a glow stick on the ground underneath it.
I think utter bewilderment defeated the fuming rage that was my other option. I mean ... the hell? I didn't think that it was a neighborhood where this sort of thing might happen. The glow stick adds one more layer of wtf. We got what we could off, considering it was after midnight, and then this morning I think I got the rest off. It didn't seem to be a staining sort of thing.
Do new cars just attract this sort or shenanigan? Had the Subaru's protective layer of dirt and dents shielded me all these years? Did I just get unlucky? And what about the glow stick?
Then I went shooting today, and the serving on my string broke. At least that I can just replace without building a new string.
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I think utter bewilderment defeated the fuming rage that was my other option. I mean ... the hell? I didn't think that it was a neighborhood where this sort of thing might happen. The glow stick adds one more layer of wtf. We got what we could off, considering it was after midnight, and then this morning I think I got the rest off. It didn't seem to be a staining sort of thing.
Do new cars just attract this sort or shenanigan? Had the Subaru's protective layer of dirt and dents shielded me all these years? Did I just get unlucky? And what about the glow stick?
Then I went shooting today, and the serving on my string broke. At least that I can just replace without building a new string.
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