Ever since I moved into my appartment four years ago, Super Bowl Weekend has meant bad things happen to my car.
The first year someone had sex on the hood, denting it.
The second year someone was so angry that they pulled the whiper arms off and shoved them through the hood!
The third year it was tagged.
The fourth year it was tagged again.
This year my poor little car was egged. 12 cars in the parking lot and mine was the only one hit. I was obviously targeted.
I love living in a small town with small minded, jealous people.