You'll be happy to know that the suburban delinquents have gone gourmet. In years past the projectiles thrown at me from passing vehicles have been a meager offering: water, an orange peel and a cup of ice. Yesterday I got a real treat: a half-eaten burrito.
The car contained two teenage males going in the opposite direction. I was unable to get the license plate but was close enough to hear them laughing. Being only two blocks from my house I seriously considered giving chase in my car but decided I didn't feel like being arrested for murder.
Upon inspection the frame bore the brunt. There was a large piece of tortilla stuck to the bottom bracket and cheese was everywhere.
I don't know about you but summer can't end fast enough.