A.M. Adventures [Truck eggings part deux]
At about 7:30 I already know I'm going to be late for economics. I still have to print out an article for government [becuase I forgot to do so yesterday] and I'm starving. As the article is printing I realize I won't have time for breakfast. Then my mom calls and tells my brother that there's egg on my windshield. Someone, once again, egged my truck. I can't see worth a fuck so there's no way I can just try and make it to class. I battle terrible traffic to get to a gas station to clean my poor little truck [who also got egg on his hood and roof] and get 90% of it off... by this time I've got 5 min. to get to campus. Pff. Yeah. I say no, I'm responsible.. let's do this. Being a little late is no big deal. I am a big girl, right? So I have this conversation with myself about it right up to 1604 and basically the bad leslie won so I got a sausage egg and cheese biscuit and came home. Good leslie figures that if there were a good time to "skip" aka not go [sounds better] to eco. it would be now because the books aren't even in yet. So there.
So now my truck has even more character. A few dents, paint damage from the last egging, fresh egg from this one, some band stickers... I can't help but wonder who's doing it and why... I share the curb with my neighbor, and he's got a vehicle parked on his other curb, and there's at least 1 car parked on the curb across from us. None of those vehicles are ever egged. EVER. Not even splatter from my eggs get on there. These dudes are professionals.
So now my truck has even more character. A few dents, paint damage from the last egging, fresh egg from this one, some band stickers... I can't help but wonder who's doing it and why... I share the curb with my neighbor, and he's got a vehicle parked on his other curb, and there's at least 1 car parked on the curb across from us. None of those vehicles are ever egged. EVER. Not even splatter from my eggs get on there. These dudes are professionals.