Pissing On My Bonfire

After Someone Used My Tyres As A Dart Board

Today was exactly halfway through my Three Months Of Hell and we were going to celebrate with cheap wine and BBC comedy but I woke up this morning to find that some kids had gone Norman Bates on my car tyres with a dart.

They'd climbed over the wall into the hostel, poked around in the common room which doesn't lock and nicked a dart to do the tyres with. Debbie (the hostel owner) has started locking the front gate to the car park but there's still some metal railings they can easily jump over round the side. She politely declined my offer to wire them up to the mains.

My Poor Car With Its Arse In The Air

I'd take it personally if two other cars hadn't had one of their tyres stabbed an all although I did spend all day trying to remember if I spilt anyones pint last weekend.
After kissing $400 for four new tyres goodbye I couldn't be bothered with celebrations but a few people got me chocolate and cake and the slighty sick feeling that ensued after consuming most of it suitably comforted me.

I'm so easily bought with a high sugar content.

written by

Koala Bear on August 16, 2006 from Echuca, Australia

from the travel blog: Sod Off Great Big Mission Round Oz

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