I went out early this morning to find that Ruby, my rally red cabriolet had been egged. And egged. She was a mess, poor baby.
The worst part, of course, is that the hoodlums got her top with a couple of eggs.
I've given her the bath of her life and am now waiting for the roof to dry to really see if the egg came off.
No, I have no idea of who or why-- I haven't made anyone mad that I can think of, and I'm the only person on the street who appeared to get it.
I'm angry, though, and needed to share with people who would understand the trauma of having their beloved smart pelted with eggs in the middle of the night. Thanks for listening to me vent. I almost feel like a bully beat up my child and ran away before I could catch them!