At 5am there was a frantic knock at the door. My eyes shot open, but I wasn’t sure if it was in a dream or if I had actually heard the knocking. Sure enough, the frenzied banging on my door started again, so I jumped out of bed and made a bee-line for the door. (It didn’t occur to me that it could have been a crazy person ready to knife me on the other side of the door, but at this stage curiosity just got the better of me.)Link
Turns out it was Peter, the guy who lives downstairs. Since he’s a builder he always leaves for work early, but from the agitated look on his face I suspected he wasn’t urgently inviting me down to his place for a croissant and a cup of tea.
He politely informed me that someone had decided to completely coat my (white) car in Valvoline Engine Oil.