A painter spilled white paint on 19th street NW just south of Columbia and north of Florida and for some reason did not pick it up. It left a puddle of white paint in the road; a puddle which my poor red VW GTI discovered at approximately 3:00 this afternoon while looking for a parking spot. I felt the car slide and wondered what the hell it was. Then I saw the trail of white left behind by my passenger-side wheels. Then I smelled it. There was loads of empirical evidence before me, and still my brain could not register what had happened. So I pulled over and looked at the right side of my car. That made a believer out of me. Paint. White paint. Splattered against the side of my car like mud. I took my car to the Mr. Wash on 13th street, which was of no help whatsoever. The paint was oil based and resisted the water with a shrug and a laugh. This would call for some elbow grease. With no paint remover handy, I used my finger nail and soapy water to get most of it off. Then this evening C and I got the rest off of the plastic lower paneling using fingernail polish remover and cotton balls. My tires, as well as the plastic liners that house the wheel and keep pebbles and debris from hitting components of the car, are completely white.

To voice my frustration, I thought a haiku was appropriate.


Disclaimer: I'm certain this haiku violates several rules of a 'proper' haiku, so before you say anything please consider for a moment that I do not care.

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