I got egged! EGGED! Eggshells and slime all over my car. I don’t believe it! And it’s going to be 30° Celsius today. By the time I get home today, I’ll have a Camry Quiche to clean up.
But it’s my own fault. You see, I washed my vehicles yesterday… my van, motorcycle and car. I hadn’t hand washed either of them yet this year, but yesterday was a nice day. I should have known that the Grandma Gang was watching… and waiting. I hate to generalize and assume the worst of people just because of their demographic, but those Grandma’s are a hard bunch. Roaming the streets late at night, high on BenGay with their apron pockets loaded with eggs. Oh, they’ll smile at you sweet and helpless when you pass them in the daytime, but at night… watch out! They’re as brazen and destructive as it comes!
I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s the same bunch of geriatric degenerates that ransacked my motorcycle last fall.
Hmph!
