Some fucker out there hit my car and shredded the side mirror clean off.
No note. Nothing. Just plastic pieces on the ground and my car sitting there looking like it got clipped in a fight it did not start.
I do not usually park on the street, which is the part making me extra mad. I came home yesterday and the pest guy was parked in the driveway, so I left the car out front for one night. One night. Apparantly that was all the universe needed.
Now I get to make calls, price out a mirror, and try not to stand at the window glaring at every passing vehicle like some haunted neighborhood gargoyle.
WTF.
Belladusk
"Friend to Crows and Strange Things"