Junk on my trunk

Porto Pollenca...

We parked on a main street by the port. The next morning, our car was covered in dirt and twigs and such, though there had been only a light rain. G wondered why only our car was filthy. He cleaned it up a bit, and we went for a hot chocolate. When we got back, it was even filthier. G seemed a bit bothered that he couldn’t figure it out. Anyway, we got in the car, and as I was strapping on my seatbelt, thunk! A load of dirt landed on our roof and dripped down the windshield. I looked up, and saw a little old lady with huge glasses that magnified her eyes sweeping her balcony just above us. She had potted plants all over it, and I assume her balcony also collected the junk from the balconies above her, and so it all ended up on our car. She was only a few feet away, but seemed quite oblivious as she continued to sweep junk down on us with violent strokes.

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