About two blocks from my abode is a little league park. Very cute, you may say. Well.. I'm tired of the little league terrors. 10 - 13 year old boys on bikes. See the little leaguers have found something new to entertain themselves now that school has ended... and yes, it involves eggs. It seems one of the great thrills of young boyhood is to reek havoc on the poor innocent cars in the neighborhood by blasting them with eggs.
Now the first time this happened, I was mildly annoyed.. but boys will be boys, right? Perhaps this is better than my childhood boy next door who would go fishing, then put lit firecrackers inside the fish just to watch them blow up (Hi Mark!).
The second coming of the egging didn't really go over well with me, nor the did the third. In case you don't know, if you are unaware that egg on your car when it sits outside for 8, 10 hours in the sun or even overnight, hardens on your car like a shellac, unmovable by any natural force. My favorite (and I'm guess the boys like this, too) is when it drips down the side of the car slowly, so slowly that the broken shards of the shell get shellaced onto the side of your car and hang there menacingly. You know what happens when you arrive at the car wash in such a condition? They laugh at you. They say: oh, that's not coming off, even with the super wash. Do you know what it's like to be known at the car wash? The snear at me now... because if I'm spending $22 for the super wash (exterior only!), they're getting that egg off for me even if it takes special hand toweling after the super wash.
In the span of two weeks and 4 super washes, I've gone from boys will be boys to 'I want justice!", 'I want punishment!', "I want these houligans off the streets!' and I will show no mercy... yes, I'm talking about the shenanigans of pre-teen boys.
I've officially become uncool.
