So I'm at the gas station filling up my GF's 2012 Honda Accord, she's in the passenger seat ( she's pretty ) and a lane over is an older man in a V8 M3. So I walk over and say "which dealer do you use for service" I'm wearing shorts and a t-shirt with the name of the most exclusive golf club in the area on it ( I don't belong ) have a pleasent disposition - just trying to set the mood.
So he say's " That's my business and I don't wish to share that information " in a low monotone.
I laughed and turned around, but I don't think I've encountered such a peculiar individual in twenty-years. But damn the exhaust sounded good when he started the car.
So he say's " That's my business and I don't wish to share that information " in a low monotone.
I laughed and turned around, but I don't think I've encountered such a peculiar individual in twenty-years. But damn the exhaust sounded good when he started the car.
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