>car sits dirty as fuck all the time
>some pice of shit keeps drawing a dick on the car
>decide to set up a camera to catch the little faggot
>its the girl who comes by with the mail
how do i handle such a situation
>Car is also dirty a lot
>Somebody keeps writing "clean me, fag" on random panels overnight
>Stay up late one night, keep my blinds a bit open and keep watch
>Hear door of house open at 4am
>Mum walks outside with a coffee in her hand
>Writes "clean me, fag" on my passenger window
>Comes back inside, finishes coffee, goes back to bed
>car lives in the garage
>table saw also lives in garage
>draw racing stripes in the sawdust
I had my sister draw a Firebird-style emblem on the hood of my Miata a while back, too. Dirty cars are fun.
Tell her that her inability to get creative is why she's stuck delivering mail as a collage dropout and why mommy and daddy can't stand their failure of a daughter.
Then just stare at her for a while, take your mail, then walk inside without a word.
I'm a horrible person.
You do realize that cars are designed to go outside at high speed and that their paint isn't made of paper, right? You would damage your car more by driving down the highway than somebody drawing in the dust
>live in southern urban area
>worst stuff my car gets is bird shit, rarely
>not much dirt or road grime to draw pretend racing liveries in
I usually just pressure wash the shit off right after, but I want to strip and paint my car properly unlike the sorta ok job it has now and I wouldn't mind a little scratching from some fun dirt drawing.
There's nothing wrong with a little rape every now and then.
I know, I think I was ment to learn left-handed but instead learned right. My handwriting is terrible.
Why would I put a sticker for a shit character on my car then write a comment about how shit it is on the accumulating salt?