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I once drove a pretty shitfaced friend home after a weekend afternoon barbecue. At some point, he suddenly became very quiet (always a warning sign), and then he rolled down the passenger side window and threw up out of the moving car. We were going at around 50 to 60 mph, so all his vomit got distributed by the wind along the whole side of my car from the front to the back. It was really nasty.
He was so off his tits that he didn't even notice that I then picked up his wallet from the centre console in broad daylight and took a fiver out of it to pay for the car wash. I was doing it right in front of his eyes but he was so pissed that it just didn't register with him.
He got quite upset the next day when I told him I had taken money from him. But he then grudgingly accepted when I showed him a photo of what the side of my car looked like before I took it to the car wash. It was a real mess. Thankfully, I was able to wash it right after I dropped him off. So there was no damage to the paint.