oh man! just got back from grocery shopping…
as I’m buckling Hank into his carseat, neighboring car owner approaches to point out that my car is touching hers.
“Oops. Sorry about that. Is it ok?”
“Yeah. It’s obvious that you have a piece of crap car and you don’t care about it.”
she said that?!
Me, “Wow! Just don’t get a good public shaming often enough these days!”
“Do you need my insurance info?”
that is really what-all was said?
yeah. You will have to use your imagination to visualize the disgust on her face.
yeah, that is icky.
not that i have an ulterior motive, but you know, that kind of nastiness SO rarely happens in PT.
it was weird.
especially from another woman, while I’m with Hank.
you could have said (after the “piece-of-crap car that you don’t care about” comment), in the voice of a nature show host: “Today’s White Trash female, contrary to popular opinion, has elevated her social position to occasionally clean and care for her possessions, as meager as they may be. The young unwed mother will actually occasionally clean, keep track of, and provide care for her vehicles, furniture, and children – that is, if she’s not a meth-d out pole dancer.”
i mean, does this woman realize that even though you own things below her standard (you’re really bringing Hilltop down, i meant to talk to you about this) anyway, as i said – even though from her perspective you and your vehicle are basically REFUSE, that you actually do track how many dents and shit are in it?
damn! that wouldv’e been awesome!