The thing is, I know I really shouldn't be surprised. It's not like I taped an Obama sign in my back window and thought no one would notice; I had mentally prepared myself for a little retaliation.
And my car being covered in dried, rotten egg is not, actually, the worst that could've happened, considering two of my classmates with Obama buttons on their purses were supposedly threatened during school.
But it does surprise me, for some reason. It's so... juvenile, for one. Someone actually egged my car, for god's sake. That's so... ridiculous; I didn't even know that still happened. And I hate the anonymity of it. I hate not knowing who is was. If it had happened at school, at least I'd have a better idea, but right in front of my house? It could be a student, could be a neighbor, could be some random asshole. But I do live on a side street, so whoever it was would've had to plan ahead of time and figure out where I live. Gah, that's a nice thought.
But. Not the hugest deal in the world, to be sure, and they could've used rocks. I feel bad for my poor old car, mostly. She's not in the best of shape anyway, and they chipped her fiberglass, poor dear.