Speaking of cars:
Dear Tire Store Guy: Your line “I’m an honest guy” sounds nice - if I didn’t hear you tell that to everyone who walked in the door. When I tell you I want four P185’s with no more than 50,000 mile warranty, don’t say “Wow, you sound like you know what you’re talking about!” with a look of amazement on your mug. The grease and dirt on me are from changing the oil and replacing the front brake pads before I came into your store. I know you’re supposed to upsell me, but why would I want to put a set of $700 tires on a car worth $1000?
(His attitude changed when he asked my name - are you Bob’s kid? Sure am. Dad used to supply their store, and made sure my sister and I knew what the hell we were talking about)
Heh, speaking of my sister: Woman, take care of your bidness. You bring me a pile of printouts about student loan forgiveness - I read through them - sorry, you don’t qualify. Don’t bitch at me about it, thems the rules. Here’s the phone number, call and ask what you may qualify for. “But I’ll get all pissed off and give up. YOU call for me” Uh, no. “You don’t care - mom and dad paid off your loans” Uh, they paid off ONE. I had scholarships and paid off the rest myself. And if you want to play THAT game, I did what Mom and Dad told me- go to school first, get married after you graduate and we’ll help you. YOU chose to get married right out of high school. “Mom said she’d call for me” WOMAN! You’re 47! And you want our Mommy to call for you? Ugh.
