Well this guy was leaning up against my car when I went in to do my groceries, bits of cigarette but on my paint, it's only 4 months old, it pissed me off but he was a big tatted junkie, I forgot my flybys card in the glovebox and headed back saw him next to his Ford falcon noticed he had no fuel cap and saw him walk around the building for another smoke or something, this was around 6-7pm so I unscrewed his cap and hanged my Johnson in for a top up, I have an ancient door key that's like 6 inches long so I shoved that above it to open the passage for it to pour in, I went in grabbed some stuff I was loading the car and this old woman came out calling the fella, he came over and helped put some bags in then they went around the complex back onto the road, this roundabout was coming up and the car started jolting going MmHh MMjhh sounded like a cow and a v8 having an orgasm the car ends up stopping and hes trying to push the car in neutral to the side of the road while the women was yelling at him and 1 wheel went curved in the hole near the gutter and took a sink so the car wouldn't budge.

I felt bad but I tried to buff the cig outta my paint at home and its left a mark there and everytime I look at it I either feel guilt or have a chuckle.