Last Friday I stopped at McDonalds for lunch.
I have to open my door to order and pay, because I went Hulk on my car last winter when the window was frozen shut. I'm going to get it fixed as soon as I find someone who can help me.......Dad is too lazy and brother is too busy.
Anyway, there was a Yukon in the other drive thru lane full of guys who were probably the same age as me. They were laughing and pointing at me.
They got to pull ahead before me. When they were waiting for their food and I was behind them at the first window paying, they all turned around and stared as I opened my door and handed the lady my card.
First I thought they were laughing at my outfit...my hair was in the messiest ponytail/bun/whatever you can imagine, and I was wearing a man's undershirt. But it became apparent they were laughing at my car...and I don't know why I took it so personally, but I got pissed.
So listen here, Richie Rich and friends. When one of the tires on your precious Yukon (that your parents bought for you, most likely) blows out and you need help, I'm just going to drive past you and point and laugh while you have to wait for your Richie Rich daddy to come help you. Don't laugh at me because I'm not a lucky little rich kid with a nice ride like you and your friends.
I have to open my door to order and pay, because I went Hulk on my car last winter when the window was frozen shut. I'm going to get it fixed as soon as I find someone who can help me.......Dad is too lazy and brother is too busy.
Anyway, there was a Yukon in the other drive thru lane full of guys who were probably the same age as me. They were laughing and pointing at me.
They got to pull ahead before me. When they were waiting for their food and I was behind them at the first window paying, they all turned around and stared as I opened my door and handed the lady my card.
First I thought they were laughing at my outfit...my hair was in the messiest ponytail/bun/whatever you can imagine, and I was wearing a man's undershirt. But it became apparent they were laughing at my car...and I don't know why I took it so personally, but I got pissed.
So listen here, Richie Rich and friends. When one of the tires on your precious Yukon (that your parents bought for you, most likely) blows out and you need help, I'm just going to drive past you and point and laugh while you have to wait for your Richie Rich daddy to come help you. Don't laugh at me because I'm not a lucky little rich kid with a nice ride like you and your friends.
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