In the five months that I've been here, it has taken a beating. The mountains really did a number on it's insides, then it got ripped apart in a hit and run/side swipe sort of deal the first night of staying, then I had the baseball bat to the back window a few weeks ago and now this.
(In case you can't quite make it out, it's about a size 11 Converse shoe print.)
The funny thing about this (if it is funny), is that I was in a dead sleep last week and woke up to some drunk guy screaming expletives about how much he 'Hates this apartment complex'. I could hear banging on the patio fences as he stumbled by...it was quiet for a few seconds...then I heard the thud of something. I kind of giggled to myself and thought, "Great, that was probably my car." At least I didn't hear glass shattering.
I went about my business Friday morning and headed into work after a quick look over of the car and didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Once I left work for the night and the sun was shining on the driver's side of the car, that's when I noticed the dusty foot print.
Why do people feel the need to damage somebody elses property? I've worked hard to get where I am and can't understand why such trivial things happen and for no reason. This has been one of the most frustrating things for me to experience out here - probably because I just don't get it.