Today, a friend came up and asked
“Hey, did you know someone’s written on your car?”
Ummm, I’d kinda forgotten that Dan had woven his magic on the weekend (click the pic for bigger):
I didn’t realise how visible it was.
And it was visible.
I drove to work in that.
Before I knew it, someone else came up to me and commented on it and I bolted out into the company carpark – bottle of water and box of tissues in hand – and I “resolved the issue”.
Cause there were big wigs visiting today, and they probably saw it before I washed it off.
(I’m telling myself they didn’t see it, though)
At least it meant I was able to drive home again tonight with at least some of my dignity.
Dan and I are still laughing about it, though.