today, as i was about to start my car to take oliver to the galleria to play in their playland, i noticed a piece of old lady paper folded in half under my windshield wiper. there was a note inside written in old lady handwriting with old lady accents.
at first, i thought "oh my! how nice that someone left me a note to let me know that my car seems to have an oil leak and perhaps this could place me and my baby in a perilous situation!" and then, i read on...
i'm trying to let my revenge fantasies just play out in my head until i no longer feel like acting them out, but it will be difficult keeping brian from leaving notes on her car every time she parks crooked.
i mean seriously. the parking lot paint job has been RUINED?!? it's a parking lot! you park your cars on it! you don't eat your dinner off of it!
and for the record, i possibly do have an oil leak, but i'm pretty sure it isn't in my front bumper. i park in three or four different spots and all of those spots have marks on those gorgeous yellow bumper guards from being scraped by the bottom of cars.