After my plane landed from yet another wonderful business trip, I hauled my tired ass over to the airport parking lot and started to look for my car.
After the usual disorientation (Did I park in G4 or F2? Or was it in the "Itchy" lot or the "Scratchy" lot), I found my car.
Some jackass had broken my license plate holder (it's metal, not plastic) and had tried to rip my license plate off!
I checked the car and there wasn't any other damage, nothing was missing, but the rear plate is folded like a freakin' taco.
My guess is Mr. Genius stole a car and wanted to steal my plate so he wouldn't get pulled over.
I bent it back (mostly), but it still pissed me off.
Bastard.:angryteet
After the usual disorientation (Did I park in G4 or F2? Or was it in the "Itchy" lot or the "Scratchy" lot), I found my car.
Some jackass had broken my license plate holder (it's metal, not plastic) and had tried to rip my license plate off!
I checked the car and there wasn't any other damage, nothing was missing, but the rear plate is folded like a freakin' taco.
My guess is Mr. Genius stole a car and wanted to steal my plate so he wouldn't get pulled over.
I bent it back (mostly), but it still pissed me off.
Bastard.:angryteet