Last night I went to a bar and bumped into two women that live in the same apartment complex as me. Apparently they've had their eye on me for a while. They knew what kind of car I drove, what kind of cat litter I used, where I parked, and lots of little creepy details that bothered me.
I stuck around to see what else they knew about me. We went outside at one point and they were joking with me and said, "You're the guy who's always outside cleaning his car. Damn I bet your car is clean." But they said it in a non-flattering way, like, "Haha you take care of your car, loser."
And I was like, "Yep. I love my car. I think it's awesome." It didn't phase me a bit. Making fun of me for detailing my car is like making fun of a body builder because his shirts don't fit.
Don't need any pity, just wanted to share this story with other detailing losers
I stuck around to see what else they knew about me. We went outside at one point and they were joking with me and said, "You're the guy who's always outside cleaning his car. Damn I bet your car is clean." But they said it in a non-flattering way, like, "Haha you take care of your car, loser."
And I was like, "Yep. I love my car. I think it's awesome." It didn't phase me a bit. Making fun of me for detailing my car is like making fun of a body builder because his shirts don't fit.
Don't need any pity, just wanted to share this story with other detailing losers
