Spa2k
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I'm driving home from the Xpel installer, with all of 18 miles on the car - and with the exhaust open. I stop at a light, and blip the throttle just as a carload of twenty-somethings in a fifth-generation Camaro V6 pulls up to my left. It has all the best speed equipment on it, including rainbow tape stripes down the side, chrome door-edge guards and Rally Armor mud flaps. The front window goes down, and the Camaro driver yells at me. (Read this in your favorite accent.)
HIM: Hey, nice car - for an effin' Ford.
ME: Thanks - just got it.
HIM: So, ya wanna run to the next light?
ME: Sorry, don't have time.
HIM: Don't got time? Whaddya mean ya don't got time?
ME: I don't have time for you to take your Momma's car home and get your car and come back here. That can't be your car. Maybe another time...
The light turns green, and I turn right. My last vision of the Camaro is watching it wheeze across the intersection, with all the driver's buddies beating on him because he just got nailed.
HIM: Hey, nice car - for an effin' Ford.
ME: Thanks - just got it.
HIM: So, ya wanna run to the next light?
ME: Sorry, don't have time.
HIM: Don't got time? Whaddya mean ya don't got time?
ME: I don't have time for you to take your Momma's car home and get your car and come back here. That can't be your car. Maybe another time...
The light turns green, and I turn right. My last vision of the Camaro is watching it wheeze across the intersection, with all the driver's buddies beating on him because he just got nailed.
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