Poor truck

Someone in Illinois, or lots of someones, seems to have it in for our truck. Since we moved here, the poor thing has been backed into or side-swiped at least three times. The rear-view mirror has been hit and cracked. The weather has stripped it of its shine. One of its tires got slashed. And today, Joe drove it home from church with dog p-o-o-p smeared all over its front and rear windshields. (At least we assume it originated with a dog.) I hope that person's fingers will wreak for days. Many, many days. We left it parked at the church overnight last night, which is when, presumably, the smearing happened. Our truck, at least, will be glad to say goodbye to Illinois. Not that it's likely to lead a better life in Berkeley ... Poor truck. :(