Another bad day

So, I got the virus sorted out, or at least I think I did.
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It was last Friday evening and I thought I'd get myself something to eat before getting into my essay. There aren't many take-aways nearby the new house so I thought I'd take the car, it would only take ten minutes. And I could make myself something to eat later when all the take-aways would be closed.
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As I drove, I was quite certain that the handbrake was stuck on; the car wasn't free-wheeling at all. Just to make sure, I pulled up the brake-lever and, indeed, it made no difference. About halfway there I noticed it began to vibrate if I went over about 20 mph and I was worried about the brakes getting too hot. So, I pulled over got out and had a look around. I couldn't see anyhing glowing red in the back wheels so it seemed it wasn't too bad. While I was at it I was able confirm my suspicion that one of my headlights was out. So I got back in and went carefully to my destination, an area where there are 5 Indian restaurants and a chipshop.
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As I walked around comparing prices, I looked across the road at the car and I could see that the driver's side front tyre was flat. That's either the fourth or fifth time I've had a flat tyre since September! My only comfort is that at least it was a different tyre this time. Anyway, I was only about two miles from home, so I thought I'd try to drive carefully and get it there.
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I was about halfway back when it got unbearable so I pulled up off the road, got the spare out and jacked the relevant corner of the car up. I got the key out to remove the cap and gain access to the wheelstuds. The key itself isn't the best designed, it doesn't give much leverage or purchase and the thin metal digs into the one's hands most uncomfortably. It's also bent out of shape from previous use. As I stood there, stooped over the front wheel, straining with it, a very strange thing happened. A car went past and I heard a splat, I also noticed that my fingers had become kind of wet and sticky. It took me about five seconds to realise that some absolute git in the car driving past had seen me in my trouble and thrown an egg at me. It was quite a good shot because it hit the wheel and splatted on my trousers and hands, probably my coat too.
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Needless to say, I felt demoralised, so I ended up calling the RAC for a flat tyre - the second time since September. The RAC man reached me fairly quickly and changed it for me. I felt vindicated, however, when the RAC man needed a hammer and some molegrips to turn the key.
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So what can be said about human nature? What kind of swine throws an egg at someone who has broken down?
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My next post will be more upbeat, I promise