Fatalifeaten
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Here's the TL;DR version if you don't want to read the whole thing:
Old guy insinuates I'm a drug dealer at the gas station and tells me to dress better when I go to fill up the Stinger today.
For the long version, read on.
Yeah, that happened today. I was at Costco getting gas, and admittedly I look like the unabomber doing yard work today. (because I was doing yard work all morning and hadn't planned to shower until after). Ripped jeans, grungy shirt, crazy hair, and several days' facial scruff. Needed some stuff from Lowe's to repair a busted sprinkler, and while on the way I noticed I was low on gas, so detoured over to fill up.
Our local Costco is always busy this time of the year, particularly in the mornings when the old people are topping off the 4 gallons of fuel a week they use driving from the trailer park to costco to load up on fireball and merlot, and then over to the church for bingo. Line for the pumps is 4 or 5 deep on every one, so I'm just sitting there with the windows down listening to some music and enjoying the weather.
As I pull up and start pumping my gas, this elderly couple in front of me are looking at me and the car and having a conversation at the car window. I just nod and figure they're lost or need help and are going to come ask me for some kind of help (happens quite often at that costco)
Elderly guy finishes pumping his gas (in like 2 minutes) and then walks over to me. I figure he's gonna say something about the car or ask for help, so I put on my polite face. Was absolutely not expecting the conversation that followed.
EG: "Hey, nice car. What do you do that you can afford that nice a car?" (I can't quite place his accent, but it's evident that English is not his native tongue)
Me: "... I'm sorry, what?"
EG: "You're dressed like a lawn care guy, but you're driving this fancy sports car. You some kind of drug dealer?"
Me: "Um. No. Thanks, but just like I'm sure you did before you retired, I work my ass off for what I have."
EG: "Well, you should dress nicer driving an expensive car like that. You look like a slob"
Me:"..." (pause) "I'll keep that in mind."
With that he shook his head, turned around, and went back to his car. I should note he was well dressed. Nice Sunday suit, well tailored. Wife didn't get out of the car but I'd presume she was also gussied up for church. Driving a newer Lexus RX350. Hopped in, waved out the window (at me maybe?) and took off.
What the actual f**k? This is why I will never understand humanity. Guess I need to remember to clean myself up more before I go out in public in my bad-ass ride from now on.
Old guy insinuates I'm a drug dealer at the gas station and tells me to dress better when I go to fill up the Stinger today.
For the long version, read on.

Yeah, that happened today. I was at Costco getting gas, and admittedly I look like the unabomber doing yard work today. (because I was doing yard work all morning and hadn't planned to shower until after). Ripped jeans, grungy shirt, crazy hair, and several days' facial scruff. Needed some stuff from Lowe's to repair a busted sprinkler, and while on the way I noticed I was low on gas, so detoured over to fill up.
Our local Costco is always busy this time of the year, particularly in the mornings when the old people are topping off the 4 gallons of fuel a week they use driving from the trailer park to costco to load up on fireball and merlot, and then over to the church for bingo. Line for the pumps is 4 or 5 deep on every one, so I'm just sitting there with the windows down listening to some music and enjoying the weather.
As I pull up and start pumping my gas, this elderly couple in front of me are looking at me and the car and having a conversation at the car window. I just nod and figure they're lost or need help and are going to come ask me for some kind of help (happens quite often at that costco)
Elderly guy finishes pumping his gas (in like 2 minutes) and then walks over to me. I figure he's gonna say something about the car or ask for help, so I put on my polite face. Was absolutely not expecting the conversation that followed.
EG: "Hey, nice car. What do you do that you can afford that nice a car?" (I can't quite place his accent, but it's evident that English is not his native tongue)
Me: "... I'm sorry, what?"
EG: "You're dressed like a lawn care guy, but you're driving this fancy sports car. You some kind of drug dealer?"
Me: "Um. No. Thanks, but just like I'm sure you did before you retired, I work my ass off for what I have."
EG: "Well, you should dress nicer driving an expensive car like that. You look like a slob"
Me:"..." (pause) "I'll keep that in mind."
With that he shook his head, turned around, and went back to his car. I should note he was well dressed. Nice Sunday suit, well tailored. Wife didn't get out of the car but I'd presume she was also gussied up for church. Driving a newer Lexus RX350. Hopped in, waved out the window (at me maybe?) and took off.
What the actual f**k? This is why I will never understand humanity. Guess I need to remember to clean myself up more before I go out in public in my bad-ass ride from now on.
