Daniel Mai

Someone Must Hate Me

Egg remnants on my car.

I found out this morning that my car got egged. I spent a good hour scrubbing it off my car, but it still reeks of egg.

I wonder if whoever threw the eggs has something against me, or if it was some random hooligans who wanted to egg a car.

Or if it was someone coming back from the supermarket and somehow dropped the eggs from the grocery bag all over the place. (It could happen, right?)

In any case, at least I got an excuse to wash my car.