No Respect

[HighwayUFO]

A few nights ago I was at an apartment with a bunch of guys from work having a good time. It had gotten pretty far into the night and I decided to head for home. I had unlocked my car and driven home and all was well and good. I get home and without ever looking back, head towards the front door that led me to my nice cozy bed.

FAST FORWARD 10 HOURS...

I wake up and go about my morning ritual looking forward to the next two days off. I head out into my garage to warm up the SVX before I drive her and my jaw hit the floor like a sack of fertilizer that had just been dropped out of an airplane. I stared in astonishment at what appeared before me. Now, I'm not usually one to be at a loss of words, but I'll tell you that this was complete crap.

Remember the pranks that you used to pull in school. They were usually harmless and victim free, or at least not harmfull and good natured. My biggest prank was gathering a bunch of people together to move the Principals VW Bug half a parking lot from where it was origionally parked. Or stacking my friends Subaru Brat on top of the "This is what happens to a car after a drunk driving accident" jalopy parked in front of the school.

As I gathered my thoughts, it struck me. Someone had shot my car. The blast was not from a big bore rifle or even a hand gun. A paintball gun was the choice weapon used in defacing my property. I don't know about many that would simply shrug it off, but I was rather perturbed that someone had the gall to vandalize my property. I understand that it seemed harmless and may still be harmless, but there is always the "What if???"

It could have dented the area behind the driver door, or stripped the paint due to some freak case of chemical imbalance. Over the course of the following hours, I told a few people that someone had shot my car and they had no other reaction other than to laugh. Would it be funny if I went up to someone and popped off a few rounds of paint into their eye...no! So why deface someones property?

Keith