Car Target
Recently I’ve noticed an ongoing trend in my life that began at the same time that I started driving. It all started when I was on the interstate with some friends. I was riding in the backseat when a carload of teenagers started driving directly up our collective ass. They could have easily passed us, but decided it would be a better decision to try and fuck with us.
My friends, of course, noticed this and told me to flip them off. It seemed like a fantastic idea at the time. I went with the casual and sly behind the head flip off, like I was scratching my head. I only like to flip people off in the classiest way possible. This little action caused them to retaliate in the only way that they could. They decided to drive up beside us and start taunting us, which I find weird because are they actually screaming in their car with their windows up or are they just mouthing profanities?
My friend who was driving doesn’t take kindly to these kinds of taunts so he rolled down his window, grabbed the full 32 ounce fountain cola he just purchased and launched it at their car. All I really saw was a ball of ice and syrupy goodness explode on their windshield as they swerved, hammered it, and passed us. I feel that this was the beginning of something that plagues me to this day.It seems like ever since that little interstate incident I am getting things launched at my car left and right. I wasn’t even the fucking gunman, err sodaman, and yet I’m continually getting fucked with.
About one year after this all happened I was driving home at night, alone. I was driving down some back road when a passing car launched a full bottle of soda at my vehicular situation. The cap part of the bottle hit my car which made a loud bang noise. I thought I’d been shot. What the fuck was I going to do though? Turn around and chase them down? Even if I did manage to catch them, then what? Say “excuse me, sirs, but I think you discarded a sodie-pop bottle onto my windshield.” and then doff my hat and go home? Besides, they might have been black and I didn’t want to get robbed and murdered.
Within a year of that incident I both got my car broken into and, a little while later, got tomatoes thrown at my car overnight. Now maybe I shouldn’t count the theft situation, but I hear they shatter your window by throwing some object at it that’s quiet and causes glass to shatter, so it still counts in the throwing tally. The tomato thing, however, pissed me off. I think the guy who did it was a severely overweight mulletted up guy who lived in my building. This guy was a complete disappointment to society. I didn’t have time to launch a full fledged investigation, but I had an inkling.
Most recently I woke up to my car being egged. Some douche fuck a couple weeks ago threw one egg at my car. It hit the top drivers side corner so egg splewed out over my roof and down my window. I also rarely drive, so an entire day had passed before I even noticed, causing it to harden. I figured it’d be a good idea to try and get rid of the hard egg so I went to a gas station to use one of those window washer things by the gas pumps. I had to find a gas station that was completely empty, though, because I’m not letting anyone know I got completely egg fucked.
I found out quickly that this egg situation wasn’t going to be over so quickly as the window washer didn’t even begin to work. After that I decided I should go through a car wash, which also barely worked. I then made an executive decision not to let this egg take any more time out of my day so I did what I do best and said “fuck it”. A couple days later it had rained pretty good so I figured it should be loosened up enough to wipe off. It did in fact wipe, but not completely off. It more or less smeared egg everywhere. To this day I still have a disgusting and smelly egg film all over my drivers side window. Not only that but it totally fucked up the paint on the roof of my car. I feel like I need to sue somebody, but I don’t know how much money chickens make per year.





