My poor boyfriend got up this morning and went off to work. Only, when he got in his car, it wouldn’t drive. Why? Because, oops, on the passenger side, it looked like this:
Seriously? He lives in Brighton close to Cleveland Circle among mostly young professionals. This happened right outside his window on a busy car-lined street. It’s just plain scary. This comes a few weeks after someone hit his car and left a note on it. With the wrong phone number. Ugh.
At least I won’t have to do much convincing to get him to move to Brookline when his lease is up ( I know this can happen anywhere, but Brighton just hasn’t been very welcoming to him this year).