Was it something I said?
Saturday, I came home. there was weird white shit in the front of my space. I checked it out, and the motorcycle next to me had been egged. Bummer for him, and I don’t really care about the egg in my space.
Sunday I go out and…
there is egg shit all over my fender
*swears furiously for a FUCKING HOUR*
Collateral damage from the bike, evidently. Or, somebody with shitty aim hates my “support the troops, End the War” sticker and just missed (mostly).
More fuckheads on parade.