Two Saturdays ago an old black man(relevant, trust me) came in and wanted a flasher for his pickup. He reeked of booze at 10:45 in the morning. He complained that sometimes the flashers worked, sometimes not. I told him I could sell him the flasher, but if it didn't solve the problem it was his forever, since we accept no returns on electrical parts. After explaining this to him four times since he was deaf as a post, he claimed I wouldn't take it back because he was black. Sure drunky, whatever. The race card has no power here. As he left, I silently wished for him to crash his truck in a drunken stupor.
Guess who was just on the news with a crashed truck and a DUI? If you guessed Paris Hilton, try again. No one was hurt, not even drunky, so I win!
EDIT: THE CONSENSUS SEEMS TO BE THAT I SHOULD HAVE CHASED THIS GUY DOWN AND CALLED THE POLICE ON HIM. I TRIED, I REALLY DID. I COULDN'T FIND HIM OR WHERE HE PARKED, SO I COULDN'T GET ANY VEHICLE INFO OR PLATE NUMBER.
Guess who was just on the news with a crashed truck and a DUI? If you guessed Paris Hilton, try again. No one was hurt, not even drunky, so I win!

EDIT: THE CONSENSUS SEEMS TO BE THAT I SHOULD HAVE CHASED THIS GUY DOWN AND CALLED THE POLICE ON HIM. I TRIED, I REALLY DID. I COULDN'T FIND HIM OR WHERE HE PARKED, SO I COULDN'T GET ANY VEHICLE INFO OR PLATE NUMBER.
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