Aborted Chicken Fetuses

Today went pretty good for me. I woke up, did the three S’s (Patterson, you know what I’m talking about). And I got a call telling me THAT MY FREAKING CAR GOT EGGED. Don’t you just love people? The security office called me this morning to tell me the good news. The greatest thing was that the yoke and everything else froze on the car because it was so cold. So I had to spend an hour with a bucket of scalding hot water having to melt the icky goo and take it off of my car before it did any damage. The best part of my day was when I was by the security officer whether or not I wanted to write a report about an unknown suspect. Yes, officer, that’d be great; please waste my time. Now I realize that it’s his job to ask such questions…but come on. Ok, I suppose I need to calm down. Then he asked me if I had any enemies, because, you know, I’m the type that goes around angering people. But after it’s all said and done, I’m not upset. I got it cleaned off and it didn’t hurt anything. And if I ever find out who did this I’ll congradulate them and then put the hand they threw the eggs with in a blender.