The Pink Shoe Diaries

so, i am pretty sure my car was just peed on.

and what makes the scenario even more interesting is that i was in the car when it happened.

i just came back from my lunch break, and i spent it at a local park, knitting because that is how i roll sometimes: knitting in the park. the particular park i was at was kind of buggy today, and so i moved the knit fest into my car, rolled down the windows and semi-blasted the Eagles.

now, you should know that i am usually pretty unaware of what goes on around me. i have been called "oblivious" more times than i care to say but i embrace it. whatevs.

so, i am knitting away, kind of singing along to "Witchy Woman" when some movement in my rearview mirror kind of catches my eye. i look up, and a tall, dirty man is walking away from my car.

to be honest it looked like he just walked past my car and didn't pay any attention to it.

and then the smell hits.

pee.

at first i was like "am i losing control of my bodily functions? did i somehow piss myself and not even notice?"

but it became clear that i was i was not in need of some Pampers, but rather someone had peed in the vicinity of my car.

this kind of killed my knitting groove so i rolled up the windows and headed back to the office.

when i pulled into my space and got out, i noticed that there was the remnants of some kind of watery substance on the trunk of my car.

and it dawned on me.

that guy totally pissed on my car!!!

i mean, if you don't like the Eagles fine but do you really need to evactuate on my vehicle?

this could really only happen to me.