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I hate smart arse teenagers. I was driving home from St Luke’s this evening and my car got egged. Not sure if it had anything to do with Hallowe’en (and I’m not that fond of Hallowe’en either), but these idiot teenagers decided it would be fun to egg a bus in peak hour traffic, and unfortunately my car got caught in the crossfire. The bus driver couldn’t do anything either. The boys laughed their heads off and ran away up Edgecliff Road, so even if I had wanted to report them, i wouldn’t have been able to describe them. By the time I got home, the egg, of course, had dried and it took ages to get off.

BAH!