My car was keyed again last week. This time, it was not parked on a route that everyone going to the cheaper parking takes, so it wasn't possibly a spur of the moment thing on the part of the perp. It had to have been deliberate, and aimed at either me or the car. Which saddens and distresses me more than being in the way of some random person's momentary rage.
This weekend I took out the touch-up paint. And, predictably enough (since I have no artistic talent nor practice with cosmetics), I truly suck at applying it. The "pen top" just didn't work -- although for filling a scratch like that it would probably have been ideal. Maybe if it were a horizontal rather than a vertical surface it would have worked. If I apply it using the brush as thinly as I've been told I should, it just didn't get into the white bits. And in any case, even applied thinly, the color doesn't exactly match, so the scratches still stand out. Perhaps not as much as before, but in a different way.
I hate looking shoddy.