Friday, December 24, 2010

Merry Christmas, Dickhead.

Two days before Christmas I stepped out into the fresh morning air, ran back inside for a jumper, and then stepped back outside into the fresh morning air. I was to have breakfast at the markets with my sister and a friend before stocking up on fresh fruit for Christmas. The Sun was shining, the air was crisp, and I had woken up before 9am. Life was good.

And then I saw my car. The driver’s side window was smashed and there was glass all over the driver and passenger seats, glass on the floor, glass on the dash, glass on the road. I remembered the loud bang the night before, the hysterical laughter and the squealing of tyres that had followed.

I checked my car – radio: present. Emergency $5: present. UBD: present. Pink bow on gearstick: present. Nothing was stolen – somebody had smashed my window for fun.

So I filed my first ever police report, had the window replaced, and mentally wished that dickhead a Merry Christmas. I hope they choke on their damn pudding.

PS: I hope the rest of you have a wonderful Christmas!

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