This morning was lovely.
I had a pleasant walk from my house to the OffCenter Grill at the Yorktowne Hotel, where I planned to sip coffee and put the finishing touches on a story for the business page.
On the walk home, I stopped at the market and ran into Nuts About Granola employee Kenny Brown, who recommends a piano bar in this oh-so-awesome video I made at my last mobile reporting at the venue.
I bought some fresh vegetables. I went home and ate lunch.
Then, I hopped in my car bound for 1891 Loucks Road, the location of my cubicle that I’m not supposed to spend much time hanging out in.
In the meantime, my car, I guess, got a little too close to an grouchy-looking gentleman, who was pacing through the alley in an angry fashion circa 1 p.m.
Then, he punched my car.
He punched it.
He inflicted violence on the the green Toyota, my ideaLab office-mobile, and shouted some profanities I’d rather not repeat.
I was fuming. I didn’t touch him. I called my mom.
Who punches cars? Really? Are we animals?
“Pick on a car your own size,” I wanted to tell this portly beast.
Alas, I kept quiet.
Just another day in the life of a mobile reporter in the fair White Rose City.