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.