Bamn Dastards

Some asshole(s) egged my car last night. I still can't believe it.

Because my mom thinks the world revolves around her, she parks her car in the middle of our driveway, at the back door, for her convenience. Consequently, anyone who pulls a car into the driveway must park behind her. She did this at some point last night, and then later on, my sister came home and parked my car behind my mom's. I came home around 3, driving my dad's car, and parked his car behind mine, the back of the car nearly hanging over the sidewalk. It was 3AM, I was tired, and not wanting to wake up the entire neighborhood, I did not move the cars. Plus at that point, there was no reason to do so. And it would have been too late anyway.

My dad's car was not egged, so that means that my car was hit before I got home. And the fuckers really went to work on it; the front hood, the front windsheild, the back windshield, the passenger back window, all slimed with embryonic chicken yolk.

I woke up to hear that this had been perpetrated on my car and was "told" to clean it up. I figured my sister's friends did it, and therefore she should clean it up. She couldn't have cared less about the whole thing, which made me even angrier.

I spent, no joke, about 30 seconds trying to clean this shit off my car, resigning to the fact that it was cold, the egg had hardened and it wasn't coming off easily. So I took it to Fuller's where I paid $20 for a car wash. They got it all off, but where I had futiley attempted earlier, the wax-on, wax-off motions burned into the paint job, so those two spots on the hood are discolored now.

When my sister backed my car out of the garage in March and tore the front fender off clean in the process, we had to replace it. My dad is friends with a UPS driver who moonlights as a mechanic. Not a very good one, though. He did it in installments (work, not payment); I got a new bumper, albeit a black one for my silver car. I drove around in what looked like a junkyard hodgepodge for a couple months until Stan the Mechanic painted the bumper (and touched up the hood) silver. Fine. Until this morning.

Cars piss me off.