And so it was quickly discovered the sticker was stuck fast. Picking at it was fruitless; the job would require a razor blade, and maybe even some sticker-removal solution.
To hell with it, I thought, and hopped in the car.
And so it was quickly discovered the sticker was positioned so as to completely obstruct my view. No doubt the perpetrators hoped should I escape untowed, I would soon after die a fiery death.
To hell with it, I thought, and rolled down the window until the sticker had disappeared inside the door (which, as it happens, required the window be rolled almost completely down).
And so it was quickly discovered driving down the freeway with the window down on a cool, desert night is not the most climatically comfortable of situations.
Fuckers.