Apparently, everyone and everything else (eg. bolts) is out to get it.
I found these lovely “I ran into your car and drove away and didn’t leave a note” scratches this morning, presumably from last night when Mike and I were at Il Fornaio in Del Mar. I presume this, because there’s a mark on the tire, too, that didn’t line up this morning, hence it couldn’t have been last night in the garage (also, I’m parked next to a pole here).
WHAT THE HELL, MAN???