Stood outside the Computer store, early morning, waiting for the opening time. A truck pulls up to the curb. The lone driver gets out and walks to the back of the truck; opens doors and starts to set building materials on the sidewalk. Watch him do this and suddenly he drops a gallon bucket of paint. The lid jumps off the rim of the can. The can lands on it’s side and immediately thick white paint flows out. He looks at it. No movement. After 10 seconds, or more, he reaches down and picks up the paint container and puts it back in the truck. He shuts the doors and returns to the driver’s seat. Behind the wheel he sits for another minute. I cannot tell if he is on the phone. He engages the engine and drives off. He has left a wet puddle of paint for some unsuspecting car to run through. Imagine the driver’s surprise when they arrive home and find paint on the left rear tire, wheel and fender.