Yeay! So my dad’s back from his Hajj trip. But it ain’t so much of a Yeay! when he got back home and discovered what happened to his car.
Two words. Guard dog.
I swear that dog has Black & Decker power tools fitted in between its paws and teeth after seeing the aftermath of my dad’s car. We were all speechless, our jaw dropping lower than saggy old great-granny boobs. I honestly didn’t think there were any words worth saying to make it any better. No actions worth taking to ease the pain.
None, unless I painted alternate red and white stripes around the dog’s head and bought my dad a bow and LOTS of arrows. But that would be mean. Maybe a shotgun would be quicker.
Nevertheless, my dad has a heart of gold too. He came, he saw, and he forgave. Well, actually he came, he saw, he fell down, had a heart attack, cursed in several languages, bashed his head against the wall, then he forgave.
I managed to snap some disaster shots using Raja’s iPhone 3GS.
The culprit. Who even managed to chew the sides of all four mud guards, rip out the right reverse sensor, peel the bottom cover off, break half the antenna holder, and scratch the car paint in many MANY places. I’m telling you, he most definitely used power tools.
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