I just was on my way home from work (8 hrs at a hospital), and some little monsters decided to throw something at my truck. I got probably three blocks down before I turned around and circled back. They tried again and I stopped and I chewed them a little. Seriously if they worked their asses off to pay for something they might have resented having rocks or whatever chucked at their cars too. Ugh, and the really bad part: the parents were sitting on the porch. They said something as I drove away, don't know if it was sorry or something else. Honestly don't care. The kids did manage to look a little remorseful. I didn't work my butt off to have my stuff treated like trash because someone's bored. Anybody else ever have this happen to them?
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