It seems that last night some nice young man felt the urge to play football with my car's right front, just below the turning signal, twisting the metal in a way that makes the door impossible to open. I found it out this morning when leaving to work, and now I went snooping around the parking lot with a flashlight. Turns out the same pair of sneakers has systematically gone through all the cars in the parking lot, and since my car is the last one, decided to show it some kung fu in frustration of not scoring a joyride.
Fuck this makes me mad. It's pretty rare that I get the urge to hunt someone down and rip them into fucking pieces, but this is one of those cases. I haven't got money to fix it any time soon, either.
Fuck this makes me mad. It's pretty rare that I get the urge to hunt someone down and rip them into fucking pieces, but this is one of those cases. I haven't got money to fix it any time soon, either.