Morons everywhere I went today.

Can you believe that I couldn’t even make it back into my truck after first stopping off at the paint store this morning.

An older guy who is equipped with a lift gate to deliver paint, made the “Looks like your truck has seen better days,” remark.

I came back with, “Do you expect me to humor you with my truck? Is that the kind of mentality you have? You don’t even know what you are looking at, and I’m pretty damn sure you will never own one. And they got you driving a piece of junk, and what are you going to do when that one falls apart, buy another one, the payments are that same, just longer contracts is all.”

Of course, I didn’t let up because it turned into me humoring myself and I just laid it into him.

Then of course I had to stop off at the Home Depot on my way home after work and just as I stepped out of my truck some asshole walking over to his Ford had to make his smart ass remark, “Tell me, was it a demo derby?”
I said, I see they sold you a piece of junk, what are you going to do, buy another one!”

Then the next stop was Mac Dee’s. There was a guy who kindly asked  if he could ask about my truck. I said, “sure.”
“Tell me, what do you do with it, work construction?”
“I scrub toilets,” I said.
“I see you have a dump system on your truck, I was wondering, you must work construction or something like that.”

Well, I had to get into the spill for the umpteenth time, the work truck of the future, and how Clinton changed the the patent laws, the GATT Treaty and the WTO, about all the private inventors who are being killed every day and how the end result is that we are breeding stupid people.

He responded with a big humorous grin on his face and said, “we are breeding stupid people,” as if it amused him.
I said, “yeah and it’s too bad we are just too damn stupid to do anything about it.”

“Clinton tried to steal the patent to your truck?”

It was clear to me, that I was wasting my time even trying to explain anything to the guy.

I asked, “Hey, do you ever get on the internet?”
“Occasionally.”

Well, that was my social life today and I’m sure you would agree with me that those men I met, clearly should not be driving a truck such as mine.
Tomorrow should put a post together for my Pesky Car Guys on how I can generally stereotype men by what kind of truck they drive.

But for now, I’ve got to get to bed, so I can get up and scrub more toleits.