They might have done you a favor. Park in the wrong area (say, a soccer field parking lot on a Saturday morning) and you might find your tires slashed.

Whatever it takes to advance the cause.

You reminded me of an "outfit", as we call it, that was spotted yesterday.

Beth & I saw a huge RV yesterday on the way back to Effingham towing a vehicle. Usually these large, bus-like vehicles have small little cars to run around when a destination is reached but this one had a HUMMER H2!. It gets better... the license plate on the Hummer read:

US OIL

Forget slashed tires, you might be attacked with grande-sized cups of double-mochachino-frappé-cappu-latte with triple steamed low fat soy milk sweetened with Splenda thrown by middle-aged women wearing 3 spaghetti strap tops, gaucho pants, aviator sunglasses, Crocs (don't know why you would wear those hideous things anyway ), and way too much sunless tanner.

Why do you have to bring a perfectly good product like Crocs into the conversation? They didn't do anything to hurt you.

Junior - sounds like you are describing an oompa loompa (the real kind, not Tim Burton's pal Deep Roy).