Cowards!

What the hell happened to personal responsibility? Did it become optional at some point? Some dumb motherfucker took a big damn chunk out of the left front fender of my car without so much as a, “sorry about your Saturn.” I mean damn. There’s a huge smear of white paint (which goes well with the bird poop) and a crack about 2 inches long with a full-on hole in the middle of it. Sonofabitch. I’m so pissed I can’t even see straight. And I have no idea where it happened.

I’m pretty sure it wasn’t there this morning and the damage looks fresher than the poop. It could have happened at the gym, which is more-or-less the only other place I go in that car besides work, and I’ve already done a walk-through of the parking lot here. I swear. What a jerk. I’m gonna be watching the lot Monday morning at LAFitness. You better take your ugly white car through the car-wash buddy because if I see so much as a hint of gray paint on your hood we’re throwin’ down.