U.S. President Dwayne Elizondo Mountain Dew Herbert Camacho

It was only a matter of time before true high school smack talk became the norm in the office of the President. Another milestone in poor taste for the Obama administration.

I quote:

"I talk to these folks because they potentially have the best answers — so I know whose ass to kick," the president said in an interview with NBC's "Today" show."

The Presidency of the United States of America has OFFICIALLY become a scene from the movie "Idiocracy" and in its cast is the biggest idiot of all....Barack Obama.

Brilliant!

'Twould appear that common sense has kicked in? Hmm...

http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20100531/hl_nm/us_health

Wow!?! You mean Canada's health care model DOESN'T work? Really?!?

[Rolls eyes].



Even Jesus has to facepalm after hearing about Obamacare.

This is a good start.

Here's the scoop for today:

http://buzz.yahoo.com/buzzlog/93694?fp=1

Too bad for the Texas Rangers. But seriously, is ANY player of ANY sport worth $252 million dollars? I have two words for you. FUCK NO.



The ridiculous prices we have to pay for gear ($85 for a jersey? IT'S A SHIRT MADE OUT OF GYM TEACHER'S SHORTS!), to watch the games at the stadium, the $9 hot dogs and the $9 sodas are ALL because of these players ridiculous salaries.

I don't care what sport they play. I don't care what position they play. There simply is no player that is worth the sort of money these people get paid.

In reality, a few of these player's excess salaries could pay off our state's budget deficit.

Do you know how many people could be fed with $1 million dollars let alone $50 million, or maybe even $100 million?

How many people's mortgages could be PAID OFF with just a small portion of that money? Imagine that economic stimulus. If we didn't have to pay for our homes, we would all spend more money on other things.




Piss on you, professional athletes. You will never get a penny from me if I can help it. I think you are incredibly talented, but I am not willing to help pay your preposterous income. Your ability to play your sport is incredible, but it is maybe only a 1 out of 100,000 type of thing. On your best day it is a 1 out of 200,000 thing. It has never been and never will be a 1 out of 252 million talent.

As a side note in regards to the professional athletes: Maybe they should consider finishing school before becoming a professional star. It seems for the most part that they could be helped a lot by some money management classes since most of them are broke a few years after retirement anyway. Just food for thought.



I suppose now there will be a government bailout for the Texas Rangers? Seriously, it would be great if they didn't get bought. It would be great it they just locked up the doors and shut the operation down. It would be terrible for the people they employ, but it might become a wake up call for the rest of the professional sports world.

All good things.

These are things that I have seen in the last couple weeks that are finally here and that are good.

1. June bugs. On the Harley, June bugs are not very good. On the Harley, June bugs are at the very least messy and usually quite painful. But, buzzing against the screen of my open window, they are good.

2. Dandelions. These are more or less the bane of my lawn growing existence. I chop them. I cut them. I mow them. I spray them. I spray them again. I curse their name. I hate them. Yet, they are good.

3. The smell of freshly cut grass. Not marijuana. Grass as in lawn. Well, grass as in somebody else's freshly cut lawn since I surely don't want to ever cut mine again. Also, mine doesn't smell as good freshly cut as somebody else's does since mine is so full of creeping charlie and dandelions (see above).

4. Sunshine. I love it. I am a pale, pale man so I get sunburned very easily, but I still love it. Also, I think since I am 36 now, I don't really need to worry about my "youthful" appearing skin, so I can stand a little color. Since I have Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) I realize that every fall and winter I am going to be a little blue and much less energetic. But, each new year I am still surprised at how good the sun feels on my pale, dead-looking skin.

5. Wind in my face. This comes in many forms. Up until this summer, it came in a form of my Mustang convertible. But alas, slow economy has forced that car on down the road. Now though, I have the golf cart and my Harley that I can use to get some wind in my face. There is little like the smell of the spring unbridled by a car's interior.

6. Flowers. I know, I know it sounds a little fishy. I love fresh growing flowers. I love watching their progress as the work their way out of the dirt and sprout into a new summer bloom. It is a little gay to be a guy and like flowers, but still a good thing.
7. Corn on the cob. I love corn on the cob, but until it becomes grilling season, I never buy it. I know much of it comes from different parts of the country, but it feels fresher when cooked and eaten in the warm weather. I really prefer the sweet corn my brother grows over any other, but I bought some last week at Cub and made it on the grill. It wasn't very sweet corn, but it was still good.

8. Exhaust fumes. I know they maybe aren't the best for the environment or my body, but I like them nonetheless. I don't care for catalytic-converter high-emission standard exhaust fumes. I like good ol' dead-dinosaur-remains-falling-out-the-tailpipe exhaust fumes. Do you know the kind? They smell somewhat like cigarette smoker Listerine breath, but just a little. They smell dirty but yet clean. They smell almost medicinal. They bring a smile to my face and water to my eyes. That's right, water. Not tears.

I love summer. It is about time.

Oil's Well that Ends Well?

Since I haven't had any wild conspiracy theories lately, I thought I would come up with one.

We all know that the media is controlled by liberals. There really isn't any valid argument against it. It has been proven time and time again. Also, in using my not-very-scientific method of polling in my community I am unable to find one person that thinks the Obama administration is doing a good job. The liberal media is reporting that Mr. Obama still maintains a 45% approval rating. Sounds like hogwash to me. Either that, or most of the people I know have jobs and don't like giving all of their money to the government.

The oil leaking in the gulf has been dubbed "Obama's Katrina." Look at how the Obama administration has "handled" the oil leak in the Gulf so far. They have done NOTHING (not that they really should have the power to do anything, anyway). In regards to Hurricane Katrina, the Bush administration warned people to get out before the storm hit and sent in supplies and help as quickly as possible. President Bush was STILL crucified in the media despite making a valiant effort to help the situation. The Obama administration has done nothing in regards to the oil leak other then mock the relaxed guidelines that "his predecessors" put into place. But, supposedly (as reported by the media) the Gulf oil leak hasn't tarnished his reputation. It is laughable.

Here's the conspiring question:

Is the oil spill in the Gulf an exercise in willing governmental energy control?

I think some of the stated facts in the media in regards to the leaking oil well don't seem to add up very well. I may be an ass by writing all of this since I have had a hard time following the so-called "coverage" of the oil spill event since it seems to not only be ridiculous, but it seems very overly sensationalized. So, perhaps I am not as educated as I should be about the topic.

Al Gore and the Obama administration want to pass all sorts of pollution control (READ:cap and trade) laws to "protect" us from evil pollution in our world. Well, they really are just trying to put a pricetag on air that they can collect on. Since the attempted passage of these new rules were met with fierce public objections (because seriously, we all know it is a bunch of bullshit), what better way to "enlighten" us to their way of thinking then by allowing a pollution disaster to happen? What better way to prove that any of our current means of pollution reduction/containment are ineffective then to watch this event unfold and point fingers at some companies not only blaming them for the event, but also "proving" their inability to contain it? Gee whiz, I wonder of the federal government could do a better job of handling an oil well leaking on this scale? (rolls eyes)



They very least the Obama administration will get out of this is control of offshore drilling and strict "regulations" This isn't something he is taking. We are thinking about giving to to him. Since the parties involved with this disaster cannot seem to handle it themselves (did you see all the media coverage?!?), we just might give the government control of this situation, too. Oh yes, by the way, don't forget about the new "jobs" the Obama administration will be creating by making his very, very large government into an even BIGGER one when he pushes for legislation to monitor "stricter guidelines" for offshore drilling. Sounds like the good ol' federal government might go on another hiring binge?

The Obama administration has increased our federal deficit by $1.45 TRILLION dollars inside of his first year. This administration has spent billions and billions of dollars bailing out private business with your tax dollars. In doing these bailouts, they have LOST billions and billions of dollars of YOUR money. This administration has rammed health care down your throats and proven that we can ALL pay the government to have health care and experience higher priced care that they have excluded themselves from participating in.

Do you really want these fuckers having control of all of your energy, too? Seriously?

For those directly affected by the oil leaking in the Gulf, you have my deepest sympathy. It is a tragedy.



P.S. As a side note in regards to government health care: If I were President Obama and had ran up the largest deficit ever seen in this country, what better way to get some money back than by taxing everybody for 4+ years without giving them any sort of service for it? Sounds a little fishy to me. Also, as an employer (unless things have changed in the wording of the new law...nobody really knows yet) I can refuse to pay for insurance for my employees. I will get fined, and they don't get coverage. But, the kicker is, the fine is WAY less then paying for the insurance. So, if I was to pay a fine for not paying for insurance, how does this help my employees? If my employees aren't getting insurance, who keeps the money? Does our government keep my fine money to pay bills?

Some interesting reading:

http://www.autoblog.com/2009/12/10/report-fed-predicts-it-will-lose-30b-on-auto-industry-bailout/

http://blog.heritage.org/2009/03/24/bush-deficit-vs-obama-deficit-in-pictures/

Stressed?

I spoke to one of my friends a few weeks ago and I hadn't talked to him for a while. He, not unlike me, has felt the crunch of the slow economy. He has replaced his luxurious vehicles with able but cheaper ones, not unlike me. Him and I both live very similar lives.

In his quest for financial survival despite poor economic times, he sold his sweet truck and purchased a car that he can still haul stuff in. I was teasing him about it the other night because compared to his truck, this car is really pretty lame. In my teasing, I told him he better make sure he has new wiper blades, because the women will be throwing their clothes off at him when they see him coming (because he has such a hot ride).

He scoffed at me. He told me he really isn't that interested in sex. He told me he hasn't had sex in three months. He said he sure as hell doesn't want to risk a pregnancy over sex. He said he really doesn't even think about sex at all. He said he doesn't miss it.

He lives with his girlfriend of about 8 years.

It would seem that excess stress is the killer of the sex drive.

No wonder the divorce rate is so high.

Wednesday Morning Coming Down

This is an email conversation that started this morning between a close friend of mine and myself. He lives in Indiana. His needs advice on a pet for his kid.

The names have been changed to protect the innocent. Well, except mine since I just don't care.

Enjoy.

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From: TR
To: Brad Miller

Sent: Wed, May 5, 2010 11:05:55 AM

Subject: Gerbiling

So, do any of you know anything about gerbils? Other than "shoving them up your ass is great for ." I am not Richard Gere. Chastity and I are having a hard time figuring out what to get Gertrude for her birthday in June, and I'm thinking a pair of gerbils (preferably of the same sex, as I'm not ready to start breeding the damn things) would be good. Gertrude doesn't have any pets yet, while Lawanda does - 2 fish named Dora and Diego. Diego's all kind of fucked up - I don't think he could pull off the fish equivalent of all the amazing shit that little Diego dude can pull off, like rescuing whales and shit. Then again, I think Diego is full of shit, anyway. I will be the first to admit that I don't believe a lot of what I see on TV. I mean, where does he get all the money to support his animal adventures, and doesn't he have to go to school ever? Where can I get a rescue pack that turns into anything I need? I call shenanigans. How do you say "shenanigans" in Spanish? Anyway, I digress...

It seems that maybe small pets for Gertrude would be fun. I've already determined that gerbils would be better than a hamster because they are not solitary animals, and they are also not nocturnal, which would really be boring as hell for little people who are not nocturnal. Well, then again Gertrude tends to be kind of nocturnal at times, but we don't exactly want to promote such behavior...

Sorry, I digressed again. Anyway, any thoughts? Does anybody know if the Humane Society has gerbils? If we do this, and we get two of them, I am sure they'll probably be named Dora and Diego.


From: Brad Miller
To: TR

Sent: Wed, May 5, 2010 12:42:46 PM

Subject: Re: Gerbiling

Dude...they stink. They are a pain in the ass. Your kids will let them loose in the house. You will search for them (and seriously, one second of searching makes them not worth having). Fuck them. [Do you think we have time?]

Get goldfish. Seriously. I have had the same one in an old fashioned bowl for over 3 years now and I got it at the fair from a carny (SWEET!).

[Breaks into verse "Lord, I was born a ramblin' maaaaannnnn...."]

Relaxing to watch. Cheap.

Fish are the answer. I would get a cat before I got a gerbil or hamster just because I have seen the hell Greg went through with his. I hate cats. Fuck cats. [Do you think we have time?]

You should get a dog. Or, maybe a lion. Seriously, NOBODY fucks with a lion. You could get some deer to feed the lion and twist that into a nice Christmas theme and relish taking them to your neighbor's yard to shit.

Good luck!

P.S. If you got a large python, you could feed your lion to it if didn't work out as a good pet.

P.S.S. If you got a monkey, you could have a Indy based "B.J. and the Bear" reality television series.






From: TR
To: Brad Miller

Sent: Wed, May 5, 2010 11:49:54 AM

Subject: Re: Gerbiling

Cool, thanks for the honest advice. Maybe fucking them is the answer (assuming we have time)...

We do have the two goldfish in one aquarium already, and maybe a second one would be alright. My big gripe is that the aquarium goes well beyond our birthday budget - we try to keep it simple for Christmas and birthdays: no more than 3 gifts under $100 total. We prefer to spend all our holiday money on fireworks for Halloween. The kids also love getting mommy to show her boobs for beads on Fat Tuesday. It's a new family tradition, although I hope the cops and child protective services showing up was just a three-time deal...


From: Brad Miller
To: TR

Sent: Wed, May 5, 2010 12:57:04 PM

Subject: Re: Gerbiling

All you need is a bowl, dude. We have no electronics of any kind. We have no filtering devices. Zip. Zero. Nada. Just a goddamn bowl with a fucking Spongebob pineapple house in it. That's it. My goddamn fish doesn't need to be spoiled by lavish things.

[Breaks into verse of "Take This Job and Shove It" for no reason.]

Greg seriously had those little animals and the kids let them loose. He ended up getting rid of them (BANG!) because of the smell and the trouble they caused.

You should get your kids plants.

If you got your kids plants, you could get a monkey to trim the plants for you.



From: TR
To: Brad Miller

Sent: Wed, May 5, 2010 12:08:20 PM

Subject: Re: Gerbiling

You certainly have a lot of good ideas. Getting plants so I can get a monkey to trim them is genius (guinness?). I can tell you graduated from HL-W, home of the finest public education system in Howard Lake, Minnesota.

A bowl?!?!? What kind of life is that? Will a fish be able to truly know who they are in such an environment? I mean, granted it doesn't quite have the excitement level of being in the wild and being constantly attacked by sharks, but it seems a bit more meaningful. They can go over in one corner and look at the blue rocks, or go over the the other corner and look at the blue rocks, or maybe go up to the top and back down...

lol!

*goes off to research orangutans like in Smokey and the Bandit or Mad Max or whatever the fuck it was - Clint Eastwood kicks ass...




From: Brad Miller
To: TR

Re: Gerbiling

TR, the thing is, some of my great ideas are just that...really fucking great ideas.

Things, but not to be confused with Swamp Things.

1. If you are a parent tending to your child's animals, keep in mind one thing about said animals: You cannot paint fish to match the fish that you starved to death. You can paint cats. You can paint dogs. Fish? Nope. You will likely have to use the "He was pretty old" excuse. Or, just let the kids cry about the fish being dead. They might get married someday so they should warm up to the idea of disappointment.

2. I haven't been too busy to write anything out lately. I just haven't been writing anything at all. I don't know if it is because work has been busier? Maybe it is because I have switched to diet pop [again]? Is it the fat from all the ice cream I have been eating clogging up my brain? I don't know. Whatever it is, I am feeling less intelligent by the minute and a general sense of boredom with the world around me.



3. I have watched four "Monsterquest" episodes about sasquatch, bigfoot, ape-man, mountain-man, and monkey-man. I don't know if such a thing exists or not. I saw a picture of a 500lb lake sturgeon that was supposed to be over 100 years old, so I guess anything is possible, right? All I know for sure is the whooping calls in the pitch black night scare the living crap out of me. If I would have witnessed that, I would have shit myself and then perhaps dropped dead. Aside from that, I think bigfoot is having an identity crisis since he/she has so many names. Maybe it's name is Steve. Or Sally. Maybe that's why he/she is so doggone camera shy? Hmm.



4. I am getting a hat addiction. Not with baseball caps, but like porkpies. I have a nice fedora and a nice porkpie right now, but I can't help but browse for hats online all the time. I know it is pointless for me to buy more hats because since I don't go out much. I rarely wear the ones that I have. I feel guilty for not wearing them more since they aren't what I would call cheap. For now, I have been pacifying myself with shopping for hats online, putting the ones I want in my cart, and then distracting myself and logging out [not to be confused with Kenny Loggins] before I order them. So far, so good.

5. I really feel a great sense of accomplishment when I get time to work on my own cars and I finish them. Since I work on cars for a living, I get plenty of time to work on cars and plenty of car repair jobs that I start and finish that create a sense of accomplishment within me. But, I am sorry to say, I like working on my stuff a lot more than I like working on yours. And, although your money is nice and all, I still prefer an environment that allows my projects to get done in a reasonable time.

6. I never feel like I get enough sleep. Well, I think I get too much sleep sometimes and then I get lethargic in the middle of the day because of it. It is a fine line. Many days I think I don't get enough sleep to function at wide-open-throttle for 11 hours so at about 3:30 PM, I am fighting to keep my eyes open. Too little sleep? Too much sleep? I don't know. Either way, I am either distracted by the resounding waves of sunlight caressing me through my window at 3:30 PM, or I have already fallen asleep and missed them completely. Is it possible to be ADHD and a narcolepic?



7. I must have moved up or down on the chains of evolution. I bought bread today for $1.50 a loaf out of the back of one of my customer's vans. She is a great lady and a super customer that has hit me up in the past to try some of this bread she gets from a bakery that she goes to. She came in today with a bunch of bread and I bought some. Syd and I had some of it for supper and it was really delicious. But, if I tell people that I buy my bread out of the back of a van, they might suspect that I am carrying the bread I just bought into my house that has wheels on it. The premise of buying bread out of a van that doesn't belong to a bakery sounds very white trashy. But, the bread is very good and I am thankful to have gotten a chance to try some. Also, if I can coax my customer into stopping by the next time she goes and gets bread, I will buy it again.



8. I really think I need a late 40's/early 50's Indian Chief. I want a crude, unrestored running original that I can ride around on. Is that too much to ask? Who was I in a former life that I am obsessed with all the transportation of the days gone by? This Indian motorcycle craving has been with me for years and I can't seem to shake it. But, on the same token, I still think that there is no engine that has the sound of a flathead Ford V-8 and I still know all of the lines of the cars of the 40's and 50's, so I guess why would I be any different about the bikes?

I originally started this posting as "20 things." Lucky for you I am getting tired and bored with typing all this crap out.

Thursday is just another day that isn't Monday, but that I still have a lot of work to do.

Peace out!

Ran-dumb-ness.

I have had a few things on my mind today.

1. I almost always wear boxer/briefs. In fact, I usually only wear black boxer/briefs. I don't think I own any boxer/briefs that aren't black. One thing is for sure: The extra money I spent on Adidas brand underwear in completely worth it. I have bought Merona and some other cheaper Target brand, but they both pale in comparison to Adidas. Now, I am so very happy with the Adidas brand that I am scared to try Hanes, Fruit-of-the-Loom or really any other brand. I know Charlie Sheen and Michael Jordan like Hanes, but will I? I don't know if I want to gamble with my hard earned money and find out. Sounds risky. It is hard to fix what isn't broke.

2. I really like Portishead. I know many people label the band as being trip-hop. I don't really know what that is supposed to mean. I suppose I am a poser fan of theirs since I have never done any acid and the label "trip-hop" implies an acid trip/rave party. I am also not a very good fan because I really only like a few songs. One thing is for sure, though. The songs that they perform that I like I do really intensely like. Sometimes. Unless I am in the mood for something else.

3. I think I am getting older because I forget a lot of things these days. I think part of it is that I get so bored with the same old day-to-day things. I don't mean disrespect, but I think much of the time I am barely paying attention to what is being said to me. I can't remember when I stopped listening in a more focused intent manner, but I think in the last couple years I have gotten progressively worse. Can I blame this on too many things on my mind at once? Is it just a different way to organize the wealth of daily data that I process? Do I just not really care what some people are saying most of the time? Is it father time telling me that I have a limit? Are there many things said to me really that require my intense focus to understand? I don't know.

4. I think for the most part a monkey could do my job, but I couldn't do a monkey's job. I couldn't be a monkey's uncle, either. In Russia, monkeys are astronauts. "The first ever monkey astronaut was Albert, a rhesus monkey, who on June 11, 1948 rode to over 63 km (39 miles) on a V2 rocket. Albert died of suffocation during the flight." (sourced from Wikipedia). If in 1948 monkey astronauts were trained and dying in Russia, I would think that by now the monkeys there are probably dying doing advanced physics. Maybe the monkeys there are dying reinventing the wheel. I guess my point is that monkeys flying in spaceships is probably harder than installing tires on cars most days. As a side note, if I were a monkey, I would not move to Russia.

5. I might spend too much time during my day being OCD and ADHD. Of course I was never formally diagnosed with either of these conditions, but sometimes I have a hard time staying focused and finishing thi

6. I spend about an hour of my work day today creating more car club plaques for the member less car club that I have. There was no meeting of any kind. There is no core group of founders. There isn't a base group of friends with similar interests. I created a plaque design and I like it, so I am going with that. I thought about the idea of a car club and I guess other then the benefit of having somebody to call when my junky cars break down, there really is no point to it. I don't know about you, but to make forty phone calls and try to plan an event with other people sounds suspiciously like work. I don't really think I am very interested in it. I don't really want to make a bunch more friends but my unwillingness doesn't come from an antisocial attitude. I simply don't think that I have enough time in my week to inject more social interaction. I like people as a general rule, but I also require some time away from people to recharge after my week of work. It was nice today welding up some more plaques. It was fun. But, after I was feeling really guilty because I could have been working on more important projects. So, good feeling for a bit followed by guilt. Sounds like eating a gallon of ice cream in a week. Good, but bad.




7. Somebody should make extensions for beards. I think I have been growing mine for almost a year and it still isn't very long. I did more or less shave it down pretty short last fall, but that was still months ago. I had a customer in the shop the other day that had a great looking longer beard. I was jealous. Also, I see my age is showing in that my beard is flecked with white. I am only a spry 36 years old. I should not be graying yet, should I?

8. I am really becoming more and more in love with the idea of my finished tattoo. The problem lies in that I am not very sure I want to sit for another 10 hours to get it done. Since I don't think I need to be purified by pain or anything, the time sitting getting tattooed seems to be a waste. Really, it is just a pain in the butt. For me, it is the sacrifice of the one day every other week I get to do what I want. I wish the sitting and getting tattooed was more pleasurable. Don't get me wrong, it isn't miserable. It just isn't what I would choose to do on my day off. As far as the pain goes, I was married for eleven years. I am used to excruciating pain. The pain is really non issue. But, time just keeps ticking away. When I go back in to get my tattoo finished, I will have one less day in my life to do something I really want to do.

Thursdays can be not only confusing, but discouraging.

12 minutes.

The driver's seat is usually full of douche with high end import cars. This is proven to me almost daily.



I had a guy (I'll call him Neil) call Monday morning to get his summer tires put on his car at my shop. Neil said he had his winter tires on his car now and was concerned that the warmer weather forecast for this week may cause then to wear excessively. I told Neil that I was too busy to get him right in and do it today (Monday) and would prefer to swap his tires Tuesday instead because I didn't want him to be waiting around. He insisted that I do it Monday. He said he would be there at 1PM. He didn't ask if I had that time available, he told me that was when he was coming. I told him that I would do the best that I could to take care of him, and reminded him that I was really busy and would rather do it Tuesday. The day wore on and 1 pm came around and he wasn't there. I decided to help another customer (I'll call him Bob) and switch a couple tires for him since Bob was there waiting and Neil was not there yet. I got started on working for Bob and at about 1:10 the Neil showed up. He announced his arrival and said his car was ready. I told him I would be right with him after I finished up which Bob's tires. I mounted a tire for Bob and the guy from the local newspaper showed up and needed me to load up some boxes of flyer inserts (for my advertising) for him. I finished loading up my flyer inserts and headed back into the shop to finish up with Bob. Then, the phone rang and I had to run up front and quote a tire for a different customer. I finished my quote and then headed back to finish up Bob's tires. I got Bob's tires mounted and one of them balanced. I had one left to balance and I would be done with work on Bob's truck. Neil walks back into the shop and asks how long it will be. I told him that I will be starting on his car in just a couple minutes. Neil said he has to get back to work. I told him that my Expedition is outside and the keys are in it. If it would work better for him, he could borrow it to get back to work and return it after work. I was sure I would be done swapping his tires out by then. Neil asks again how long it will be until his car is done. I told him as soon as I get started, it will probably take me about 30-45 minutes. I apologized for the delay. Neil said "Didn't I tell you I was coming at 1?!?" He was fuming. I apologized again and told Neil that I am alone in my shop, so interruptions slow me down. I reminded Neil again that he could take my truck if he wanted and that I was going as fast as I can. He said "This is completely unacceptable. This is bullshit! When I said 1pm, I meant I wanted my car worked on at 1pm!" I apologized again, but he stomped off pissed.



Neil was driving a Lexus. No drought of douche in that driver's seat.

When Neil left my shop it was 1:22pm. Neil was at my shop for exactly 12 minutes. It would seem that it takes exactly 12 minutes of delay to piss off a Lexus owner so badly that they are liable to swear and stomp out pissed off. I guess I will never understand how important the events of a Lexus driver's day are. I am sure they must be WAY more important than the events of the nice man (Bob) that was driving the Dodge. I am truly sorry that the red carpet was at the cleaners. Although patience is a virtue, being a prick is just plain old second nature to a Lexus driver.

What's the difference between a high-end import driver and a porcupine? With a porcupine the pricks are on the outside.