One day Justin, Ian, and I were riding back home from surfing at the beach.  We were in Ian’s hatchback, Justin was sitting shotgun, and I was sitting behind him.  I did not have my own window, but I had to spit so I asked Justin to scoot forward so I could spit out his window.  Ian instantly advised against this as he thought the spit would just backfire and go all over his rear window, I of course disagreed and proceeded to spit out the window.

A few weeks later, Ian was riding shotgun in my 1986 Dodge Caravan.  Somehow he found a razor blade and started cutting my inner upholstery and ceiling as I drove.  I looked over at him and noticed what he was doing, all I could say is, “What are you doing?”  He calmly put the razor blade down, and stopped destroying my car, but he showed no remorse.  I am pretty sure he was getting his revenge on me for spitting all over his car, but only he really knows.