Hey Pandas, What Is The Worst Thing Anyone Has Ever Done In Your Car?

'twas the night before Christmas and all through the car not a creature was stirring, except for the prankster who decided to put wrapping paper all over the interior of my car

Had a really weird uber ride once. It was kinda like a party bus, had neon lights and early 2000s music was blasting. While it did lighten up my mood, the driver was pretty reckless and we almost died like two times :)

Not a cabbie or uber driver, but has anyone else noticed the smell of vomit never really comes out of a seat belt?

It'll just waft up occasionally, even years later.

One October, first snow of the season, the town plow hit me when I was sitting at a stop sign. He should've let me make my turn first, I guess he thought he could make the turn. He smashed in the passenger door on my Jeep.

Not my car, my moms. When I was eleven, I got a gift card (only about $20) to Claire’s jewelry store, and I left it in the glove compartment. My parents didn’t lock the car, and someone broke in and stole my damn Claire’s card! Not that big a deal, but I was pissed. You couldn’t refund the card for cash anyways. I hope they got themselves a nice pair of earrings XD

Completely removed my backseat, and then "lost" it.
Then tried to throw something out the window and it came back, smashing the back side window.

A kid poured a whole jug of milk out on the way home from a shopping trip. No more needs to be said.🤢

My brother and I had come back to our hometown during a college break in the middle of winter. We had decided to head out to the bar. We stayed way too long and he had way too much to drink. I kept my head and had cut myself off early. When I was able to finally convince him to leave, I was sober. It must have been about 1 AM and a temperature of -10.

I had practically drag him to my car and dump him in the passenger side. I told him that if he thought he was going to puke, let me know and I would pull over. He told me he’d be okay.

A couple of minutes later I heard him cough and began smelling this godawful smell. I turned on the dome light and looked. He had puked all over himself and the passenger seat.

When we got home, I managed to get him inside and in bed with a trashcan next to him in case he puked again. Then, I began the task of attempting to clean it up in sub freezing temperatures. As I was cleaning up the passenger side, my brother had made his way back outside unbeknownst to me. He opened the drivers side door, backed up so his butt was in the car, bent over, farted for ten seconds, and quickly shut the door to the car.

I was so mad. The moron, drunk off his a**, just stood their giggling. I thought about punching him. I decided against it, because he wouldn’t feel it or remember it because he was so drunk.

He got himself back into bed and I continued cleaning up. I managed to get some sleep and checked on him in the morning. He was in bed and still wearing his pants from the previous night. As he was in his bed, I told him what a jerk he had been the night before. While talking to him, he began to stretch and began scratch his butt (hand in the jeans, style). The color drained from his face and he removed his hand. It was covered in s***. He had crapped his pants. Got what he deserved.

We still laugh out a**** off telling this story 20+ years later.

I had an accident when a car on front of me hit a trailer from behind, stopped, and I run into it. My car was repaired for weeks.

The day I got it back, a semi driver changed lane without checking the mirrors and T-boned my car. It totally crushed the driver's side.

The driver's license was 1 (one) DAY old.

A homeless person broke into my car, threw all my stuff out, slept in it, and pissed themselves while they slept.

When I was learning to drive, I would go about 5 below the speed limit to be safe. A guy behind me kept honking and as I stopped at a red light he PURPOSELY rear-ended me. He got a hefty fine.

Not my car, but once i threw up, but i was to late and threw up into the window crevice . It took them a solid month to get it out

Well it wasn't my car it was a taxi I was driving. I pick up a fare in the south of the city, it was 3 Aboriginal young men with in a minute of driving the cab was filled with the strong odor of solvents. The three of them were 'chroming', I had to open my window to stop getting affected by the chemicals. At the time it wasn't a crime to do it so after dropping them off I had all the windows open for the rest of my shift.

When my son was a 7 months old and my best friend was 7 mo's pregnant I offered her a ride to a beach party. When I went to pick her up her boyfriend wanted a ride too, so I said that was fine but I wanted to leave right away because my baby had already been in the car for awhile and would wake up hungry soon.
The bf said he'd be right out, and I wound up waiting ten minutes while he made himself a mug of tea. He brought the open mug into my car.
Halfway to the beach my son woke up, noticed a strange man next to him and started to cry. The guy immediately starts screaming at my 7 month old baby to shut up, repeatedly.
I told him to stop yelling, and that he'd need to get used to crying babies since his gf was a month away from having one. His response? With his pregnant gf in the front seat...
"Yeah, I'm starting to rethink this whole baby thing."
I slammed on my breaks so hard he spilled his tea all over himself, and then told him I'd signed up for one baby in the car, not two, and I left him on the side the road.
It took a little time, but 11 years later he's out of the picture entirely and my friend's daughter and my son are besties. And yeah, she upgraded to a guy who isn't a douchewaffle.

I had labelled everything in my friend's bedroom with a labelmaker, so he took all the little backs peeled off the labels and hid them behind the vents in my car. At 4:30 the next morning, I turned my car on to leave for school and was showered in "confetti."

According to my husband: Eating something that crumbles.

My first car (a really old beat up Mercedes 180 Diesel), a music festival. Slept in the car (because it had bench seats and was warmer / more secure than a tent). Bought two kegs of Somerset scrumpy cider on one of the hottest days of the year that were stashed in the footwell. Both heated up and exploded in the middle of the night showering me and my friend with sticky stinky cider. I never got rid of the smell :(

I wouldn't say worst, and it wasn't my car, but it was funny. My sister wanted to pull an April Fools prank on her girlfriend. I went with my sister to help- we filled her car with ballons we put candy and confetti in, then wrapped the whole car in LOTS of plastic wrap- in the outer layers, we left a note and a pair of scissors. To make it worse, we did it while she was at work so she'd find it when she got off. I have no clue what happened- but I do know she and my sister aren't together anymore... but I doubt it's related.

I had just came to a complete stop behind a long line of vehicles at a red light, 5pm traffic. Not two seconds later I get nocked for a loop as a small raised pickup truck rear-ends my car. Hit me so hard that a domino effect occurred and the four vehicles in a row before me got rear-ended, too. The driver of the pickup was a 17 year old who readily confessed to the responding police officer, that he had been paying more attention to two girls walking down the sidewalk, than on the road. Totaled my car, but because his pickup was raised up high it did most of the damage to the trunk area. Took six weeks until his Father's insurance finally paid out. For whatever reason the kid's dad didn't want to pay for the damages with his insurance and was insisting that I pay it with my insurance. WTF! The police report had their address on it so I search it on Google maps. They live in a million dollar home, their backyard is a members only golf course, and at the time the Google satellite took the photo, which had been only three months prior by the date mark, they had 4 brand new vehicles, a speedboat, 2 jet skis, and 3 quad runners parcked in front of their 4 car garage, all facing the street as if on display. So the next time I talk to 'dad' I casually mention my military service and make it sound like I did a slow drive by his home, describing all the nice things I saw and how I found it unfortunate that he was being uncooperative with the insurance. His insurance agent met me 3 days later and paid out an amount exactly to the amount I had originally paid for the vehicle. She looked entirely spooked so I'm assuming the 'dad' must of said I was being threatening. Anyway, that was the worst thing done to one of my vehicles by someone else.

Sex. Lots of sex. Sometimes in it, sometimes on it.