Although I’m not a big Trekkie/Trekker, sometimes I feel like an emotionless Vulcan.
Last night someone shoe polished both of our cars. When things like that happen, I don’t laugh. I don’t cry. I don’t get mad and I don’t get annoyed. (Okay, I get a little annoyed.) I just don’t see the humor or the enjoyment in it for anybody involved. Nope, all I see is the ten minutes and two bucks it’s going to take to get these stupid drawings off my windows.
Susan got up extra early today because she had an early-morning meeting scheduled with the CEO of a new contracting company. She was supposed to bring doughnuts … but instead she washed “HONK IF YOU LIKE BOOBS” off of the back of her van. No doughnuts for them. I was running late too since I had to take the kids to daycare, and stopping at the car wash by our house set me back another ten minutes. Instead of taking the kids through McDonald’s like I had planned, I listened to them whine as I explained that they were going to have to eat breakfast at the daycare today instead. Sorry guys.
The last time I had shoe polish on one of my cars was the day I got married: August 19, 1995. Here’s hoping for another 14 years of polish-free windows.
So anyway … yeah. Shoe polish. Absolutely hilarious.
A few weeks ago, I came out from a long day of setting up the lighting for a childrens choir performance and found my car wrapped twice with tape. Fortunately, it only took about a minute to unwrap with a raised eyebrow.
didnt take pictures?
…Well, only what the security cameras picked up. Can’t wait to see who was mature enough to think ‘honk if you like boobs,’ would look cool on a minivan.
Security cameras? I just added cameras too my house. If you can post the video from the cameras.
At least you didn’t get pulled over by the police … This time.
if only they would of wrote
“honk if you like donuts”