Well, Sean has goaded me into telling this story so people don’t get the image that I’m always a nice guy. Sounds like a plan to me.
I’m leaving the house this morning when Todd and Blake are coming in from hockey. Todd says, “How ’bout you go [defecate] on that white car up there parked in the parking spot that’s not a parking spot?” To explain: there is a marked-out parking space at the entrance to our building, left wide so handicapped people, folks with lots of groceries, etc. can enter unabated. Someone had parked their white Chrysler LeBaron convertible in that spot, and as you might expect, my roommates and I were irritated.
I mumbled something about already having, uh, you know, this morning, so I did the next best thing … having sinus problems, I deposited some on her windshield. Blake couldn’t believe I did it … but I did. That was a nasty ol’ loogie, but you know, I bet the owner will never park there again … it’s there for a reason.
Not the nicest thing in the world, but hey …