Got woken up this morning at 8 by my housemates to tell me my car had been trashed.
Had a look out the window and it was covered in all sorts of s**t right over the roof, down the side of the car and all over the bonnet.
Dragged myself out of bed and had a closer look outside to see that someone has basically used my car as a plate for their weekly shop. Use #428 of a Renault Clio.
The whole thing was covered in oatmeal, i mean completely covered, the contents of a tin of soup, a whole chicken was resting on my window, a load of noodles thrown everywhere and even a bit of bacon thrown on for good measure.
Needless to say im properly pissed whilst also seeing the funny side, but trying to get that off isnt what i needed at 8 in the morning. They'd also thrown the empty soup can on the roof so thats probably scratched things up to hell, and my drains must now be completely clogged with porridgy s**t.
I have absolutely no enemies though, as an individual or a house i dont even really speak to anyone in the immediate neighbourhood.
So it's either jelous c***s or drunk smackheads with a highly advanced sense of humour.
Not a good start to my weekend
Had a look out the window and it was covered in all sorts of s**t right over the roof, down the side of the car and all over the bonnet.
Dragged myself out of bed and had a closer look outside to see that someone has basically used my car as a plate for their weekly shop. Use #428 of a Renault Clio.
The whole thing was covered in oatmeal, i mean completely covered, the contents of a tin of soup, a whole chicken was resting on my window, a load of noodles thrown everywhere and even a bit of bacon thrown on for good measure.
Needless to say im properly pissed whilst also seeing the funny side, but trying to get that off isnt what i needed at 8 in the morning. They'd also thrown the empty soup can on the roof so thats probably scratched things up to hell, and my drains must now be completely clogged with porridgy s**t.
I have absolutely no enemies though, as an individual or a house i dont even really speak to anyone in the immediate neighbourhood.
So it's either jelous c***s or drunk smackheads with a highly advanced sense of humour.
Not a good start to my weekend