Predjudice

Last night when I came home, someone had parked in my parking spot under the building. It is marked with the unit number and has a sign asking people not to park there, because it is a private space. Despite this, a blue car with black windows and a huge spoiler on the boot was in my spot. It was the kind of car an eighteen years old boy would drive.

I parked elsewhere and proceeded to my flat to write a note. It was a reasonably polite but not overly friendly note bringing to the brat's attention that he was in my spot, and asking him to please move his vehicle. I placed the note on the windscreen of the blue brat car and retired to my couch.

This morning the below note was on my windscreen. This is not the handwriting of an eighteen years old boy. My only question now is - what in heaven's name is this handwriting doing driving that car?