12.18.02
I was standing in the ramp next to my car, fishing my keys out of my pocket, when I noticed what looked like a shoe print on my hood. And the cars next to mine on both sides also had footprints along their hoods.
Fortunately, the little bastard that did this didn't dent the hood, or leave any other sort of damage beyond the psychological kind, and I am now making sure to park where no one can find walking space above ground level.
Sometimes I really hate people much more than I normally do.
What's in your head?