Living in an apartment has a lot of drawbacks, some of which I've mentioned before. Living in this building is mostly fine, but the parking situation sucks a bit. We don't want to pay the extra $40 per parking space in the underground ramp the building owns, so we both have our cars in the city lot adjacent to us.
Most of the time the difficulty is stupid people--what else?--who don't know how to park. Diagonal, on the line, whatever. They either can't recognize what the yellow lines are for or their entire lives are meant to frustrate me.
Friday morning I walked out to the ramp to get in my car to go to job #1. It was 7:40 AM and the temperature was around 10 degrees. I was parked well within the ramp, so I wasn't worried about precipitation--I shouldn't have been so confident.
The driver's side windows, both front and back, had been smeared with a translucent white semiliquid, which had dripped down the side of the car and frozen (as any sensible semiliquid would have). I don't know what this stuff is. It looks like Baby Huey spilled formula on his diaper and decided to dry his ass on my car.
Or like someone took that one-gallon-of-milk-in-an-hour challenge and lost--on the side of my car. I don't need gas, so I won't be washing the window in the next couple of days, so it seems I'll be looking left through doughnut glaze.
I hate people.