I rarely walk around my car. But since we’re having our basement finished, we’ve been parking our cars outside because we have our basement “stuff” in the garage. I walked around to the passenger side of my car. That’s when I saw it.
Someone keyed my car. They must have had a fistful of keys. The scratches on my dark blue car start at the passenger door and go all the way back to the gas flap. Deep.
You know, with the exception of felonies that cause people harm, vandalism is the worst crime to me. Nothing is gotten, nothing is gained. It’s just damage for damage’s sake. I have no idea why in the hell anyone would do something like that to my car other that to be “funny” in front of his friends. (I’m assuming it’s a punk kid.) I parked my car at the high school football games a couple of times lately, and I’m assuming that’s where it happened. Incredible.
I have my ass kickin’ shoes on right now. I’d love to catch someone in the act. Instead, I have a scratched up car and no outlet. Ugh.
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What assholes! How about their hands and a hammer?
To quote Lance in Pulp Fiction when Vinnie’s car is keyed,
“They should be ****in’ killed. No
trial, no jury, straight to
execution.”
That said, take a deep breath, it’s just a car man. No need to get the BP up over this.
I have been amazing calm about this. It’s just so senseless. Ugh…I would like to take Pinky Bear’s approach, but it’s a crime with only me as a victim and no suspects. So…I’ll just have to stay away from that side of the car. Maybe I’ll forget.
Pax: That’s funny; Frank’s story reminded me of that scene in Pulp Fiction as well:
VINCENT: I just wish I caught ‘em doin’ it, ya know? Oh man, I’d give anything to catch ‘em doin’ it. It’a been worth his doin’ it, if I coulda just caught ‘em, you know what I mean?
LANCE: It’s chicken s***. You don’t f*** another man’s vehicle.
Hang in there Frank.
I’ll be the first to say it. I bet you were keyed up when you saw the scratches. Sorry for the bad pun on something that was senseless and will be expensive.
I hate senseless destruction of all types. I feel your pain and anger.
The other night I was woken up by the sound of a fight going on outside my window, four floors down. Turns out, these drunk douche-bags fresh out of the bar were scuffling ON THE HOOD OF MY CAR. Assholes. My hood is all banged up now, and my car is a friggin’ classic. 1980 BMW 320i. I shouted at them, but they were incoherent. I’m pissed off. But mostly, I just hate Finnegan’s Wake all the more. I wish it would burn down.
Oh, man, Mark, that’s a lot worse. It must be a bad week for Beemers…mines not a classic, but it will be in 25 more years…scratches and all.
Assholes fighting on the hood of your car…craziness. Man, I feel for you. That can do some real damage. Drunks are never funny…why can’t they just hurt themselves and leave peoples’ property alone? Ugh. Yes, an Irish Wake for Finnegan’s Wake sounds about right. Sorry to hear it, man.
That does, indeed, suck. I would be pissed, too.