I woke up on a Sunday morning and was greeted with evil. I walked out of the house and hopped into my car ready to drive up to see my folks for the day. I looked over the parking lot and saw a sherriff’s car. I thought it was weird and curiousity getting the better of me, I left my car to ask what was going on. A neighbor told me that someone had slashed one tire from each car in our neighborhood. I ran back to my car and to my horror I had a flat. Then I looked at Yara’s car and she had a flat. Then I looked at my brother’s car and he had a flat too. Awful night to leave his car at my house.

Instead of driving up to see my folks and getting some good homecooking, I spent the morning changing three flats and the afternoon buying replacement tires. The person(s) just did this to be mean. I don’t think there was much point other than that. The sheriff didn’t seem like he was going to search the ends of the Earth for the perpetrator either. Just another vandal as far as he was concerned. I’ll probably never get an update from my police report.

Now I wonder every day when I walk out in the morning if my tires will be okay or if something else will be stolen or damaged. Mean people really suck.