Not my place or not my right?
So its been a long day, drove over 300 miles, i need a hot shower and a cold cold beer, anyhow, its 9pm on sunday on the way home, i figure better to get gas now then in the morning, so i hit the local gas station, and what do i see?
a pewter camaro, ss hood, red ss badges, ground effects, aftermarket tail lights a z28 badge in chrome and some stupid f***** exhaust tips and 22's. i think you got to be kidding, see the guy get out and what do you know, (no offense to others of hispanic backround) a hispanic middle age 20's guy.
im thinking, alright dont say anything, its not your place to tell others they have extremely out of this world taste... but wait, it is my place, when i have a passion for something, not just cars, but a passion for only 1 car and that is obviously f body's camaro's in general, its my god given duty to "HELP" others out. be it if i act like the biggest asshole, i have to do it.
so im still pumping gas, my gf is in the car, i have yet to say anything about it, she says dont say anything luke, its not your place!
i replied with mind your own buisiness.
so the guy walks out of the little store and up to his car, i walk over and ask
hey is this your car? he replies with yeah, i took it as a cocky asshole tone,
then i just let loose,
Are you ******* kidding me? you have this nice car and you put these stupid ****** rims? these retarded ass taillights, your dumb ground effects, and your misplaced badges and hideous exhuast?
he replied with what you dont like it?
im like ****** no i dont like it, you ruined a great car! then proceeded to point out everything he had screwed up. he got pissed and i got more pissed and just left, i dont know i just kind of blew it out of porporition it seemed like, anyway the gf is furious im furious, that poor ****** car.
sorry end of rant.
luke