SSSnail
Lifer
It was bright, it was a bit breezy and it was a crispy morning. Nothing like a brisk gust of Southern California winter wind to wake you up from an all night traditional and celebratory session of shopping frenzy, or so I thought. I have discovered that noticing white marks on your car's pristine black paint would have even a greater profound effect.
When I first walked up to my car and stared in disbelieve at the intricate intaglio artwork you have tastefully decided to leave on my driver side door, I immediately think back of who did I wrong and what I could have done to deserve it.
I replayed the events of the past few days in reversed chronological order in trying to determine a cause. I started with the whole shopping experience, if I have "stole" someone's dream item, nope. Was I a jackass and stole someone's parking space? Not that I can tell, as when I parked it was in a remote corner of the parking lot, and me and Mrs. Sssnail had to walk quite a bit to the shopping center. I don't recall seeing anyone within the vicinity of a football-field distance when I walked away from my car.
Then I examined my journey to the shopping center, and couldn't think of one occasion where I inadvertently cut someone off, ran someone off the road, or was in any ways violated anyone's rights to the road. Not last night, not the night before... There were a few times that I didn't see someone in my blind spot and moved over, but I have emphatically apologized and we parted ways peacefully - or have we? (but that was months ago and in a different town?) D:
I didn't almost run anyone over?!
I didn't fail to yield to anyone's right of way?! (Oh, BTW dude in the white Civic that almost ran me off the road as you turned right in trying to merge into the roundabout as I was trying to exit the roundabout, you don't have the right of way if it was you that keyed my car). I didn't think it was that dude either because he kept going, oblivious to what he did, and was in front of me when I last saw him, just right before his V-TEC kicked in and I turned. What a lovely fella.
So after having scrutinizing all my actions of that night, I couldn't think of one reason why anyone would have a reason to violate my car. I even thought back further in time, years back... Never screwed anyone over, never screwed anyone's daughter over, never killed anyone's favorite pet... Yes I might have killed a few dreams here and there, but it was for their own good and they came to realize their mistakes and showed their appreciation.
Well, it couldn't have been me. I wasn't the reason why you violated my car.
If it wasn't me, then it had to be you.
I honestly don't know why you did what you did, but I could only postulate that it is because of a pathetic and meaningless life you lead, that and horrid upbringing. Whatever your reasons, I hope by venting your frustration out on my car, would save you from even greater atrocities.
If in damaging my car brought you some peace and happiness, I think it is well worth the money going to be used to restore my car door to its original state. Consider it an early Christmas present.
I would also like to thank you for ever reminding me that my life is not a colossal failure, as yours appears to be. So because of that, from the bottom of my heart, happy Thanksgiving to you and yours.
Cheers,
P.S. In case you didn't have a camera, or a cellphone on you, I thought I should retain a copy of your artwork, you know, for posterity... What is it anyways? I couldn't tell.
When I first walked up to my car and stared in disbelieve at the intricate intaglio artwork you have tastefully decided to leave on my driver side door, I immediately think back of who did I wrong and what I could have done to deserve it.
I replayed the events of the past few days in reversed chronological order in trying to determine a cause. I started with the whole shopping experience, if I have "stole" someone's dream item, nope. Was I a jackass and stole someone's parking space? Not that I can tell, as when I parked it was in a remote corner of the parking lot, and me and Mrs. Sssnail had to walk quite a bit to the shopping center. I don't recall seeing anyone within the vicinity of a football-field distance when I walked away from my car.
Then I examined my journey to the shopping center, and couldn't think of one occasion where I inadvertently cut someone off, ran someone off the road, or was in any ways violated anyone's rights to the road. Not last night, not the night before... There were a few times that I didn't see someone in my blind spot and moved over, but I have emphatically apologized and we parted ways peacefully - or have we? (but that was months ago and in a different town?) D:
I didn't almost run anyone over?!
I didn't fail to yield to anyone's right of way?! (Oh, BTW dude in the white Civic that almost ran me off the road as you turned right in trying to merge into the roundabout as I was trying to exit the roundabout, you don't have the right of way if it was you that keyed my car). I didn't think it was that dude either because he kept going, oblivious to what he did, and was in front of me when I last saw him, just right before his V-TEC kicked in and I turned. What a lovely fella.
So after having scrutinizing all my actions of that night, I couldn't think of one reason why anyone would have a reason to violate my car. I even thought back further in time, years back... Never screwed anyone over, never screwed anyone's daughter over, never killed anyone's favorite pet... Yes I might have killed a few dreams here and there, but it was for their own good and they came to realize their mistakes and showed their appreciation.
Well, it couldn't have been me. I wasn't the reason why you violated my car.
If it wasn't me, then it had to be you.
I honestly don't know why you did what you did, but I could only postulate that it is because of a pathetic and meaningless life you lead, that and horrid upbringing. Whatever your reasons, I hope by venting your frustration out on my car, would save you from even greater atrocities.
If in damaging my car brought you some peace and happiness, I think it is well worth the money going to be used to restore my car door to its original state. Consider it an early Christmas present.
I would also like to thank you for ever reminding me that my life is not a colossal failure, as yours appears to be. So because of that, from the bottom of my heart, happy Thanksgiving to you and yours.
Cheers,
P.S. In case you didn't have a camera, or a cellphone on you, I thought I should retain a copy of your artwork, you know, for posterity... What is it anyways? I couldn't tell.
