Dear Crap/crack-head who messed up my gas tank cover,
Thank you so much for ruining my Friday at 6:20 this morning. I could almost understand if you wanted the whole cover, you know, since you would be using it. Why for the love of all things good and holy you just ripped off the plastic cover and left the rest of it is beyond me. I could slightly begin to understand if my car had been parked in the street and you, walking back home from a serious spat with your significant other, decided to take it out on my Jeep… but the darn thing was in the carport, behind my husband’s car. Which means that you must be a freakin idiot.
Not only did you walk all the way up my driveway, you passed my husband’s car (which in all honestly is much nicer), to my car just to rip of a piece of plastic that is no good without the metal piece that you left behind.
So thank you. Thank you, you stupid idiot for leaving my gas tank exposed to the elements and making my Friday horrible. When you hear a blood-curtling scream, that shakes the very foundations of the earth, know that you indeed are responsible and water has gotten into my engine. Be afraid.
Extreme loathing and stabbing needles,
Lani
PS- There is knitting content coming!!
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