Yesterday on my walk, I passed an auto repair shop. Parked out front was a shiny, light green, nice looking, jeepish-SUV-type thing that someone mean had covered in white spray paint. One side had a girl's name on it and the other side had some Greek letters and a nasty word to call someone indicating they are... sexually promiscous, if you will. I assume the Greek letters symbolized a sorority. The hood of the car repeated the nasty word and I didn't bother to walk around to see the back. I instantly felt sorry for the girl, sexually promiscous or not. I envisioned how she must have felt to discover her car desecrated, and the shame she had to endure as she drove to the auto repair shop. I wondered what exactly had happened in her life to lead to that scarlet-letter-like incident. And then I walked on my way.  ¶ 9:06 AM