I’m proud of it, and I’d do it again, too.
Parking near her building’s tough, and this one old guy who lives on the next block has a space in front of his house easily big enough to park two standard-sized cars in, yet he always has his (standard-sized) car parked in the middle of the spot, effectively taking up two spaces with a single car.
So on my way to her apartment tonight, I had to park a block further away, and as I passed Mr. Selfish’s car, I spit at it.
He came rushing out of his house, screaming at me. “Hey, what you doin’! I saw that!” etc. I turned, saw he was a scrawny old guy who I couldn’t hit back if he swung at me, so I walked on.
I wonder if he knows what my car looks like. I wonder if it’s going to get keyed tonight.
I missed with the spittle, btw. Close but no cigar, and if intent meant anything I would have gotten it but good. I’m just inaccurate with my spittle control.