Model of Maturity Part 2

Let me share with you a quick, but stupid story of my maturity, or lack of.

It was a slow day at work and the snow had been lightly falling most of the day. Around 7PM, I went out back to have a smoke and saw the snow had stopped. I saw a car parked on the street with a handicap placard where a coworker with a bad knee usually parked. It had a clean, smooth, fresh coating of snow, so of course I drew a huge phallus on the window. I was very proud of myself. I left work before he did, so I didn't have a chance to see his reaction.

The next day, I was having a smoke out back before starting my shift, and I saw the same car pull up with the handicap placard, but it wasn't him, it was some lady I had never seen before. I nodded hello as she walked by me as I realized that I had drawn a phallus on some random woman's car window.

I felt bad, but kept it all inside, until now. Wanna know what else I have inside? No, you don't.

Here is a horrible rendering of the car in question: