This morning I drove my whip out to the dealership in the 'burbs to get an oil change and to have my moon roof fixed. While I was casually cruising along at triple digits (got my bitch up to 112!) I thought to myself..."who would I least like to run into at the dealership?"
The answer walked int the door 5 minutes after I got there...MY DUMB-FUCK-REPUBLICAN-THINKS-OBAMA-IS-A-MUSLIM-EX-BOSS! Holy shit, it was all I could NOT to walk over beat his ass. Mind you, I don't dislike this man because he fired me. He had his reasons and though I disagree with them, I respect his decision. Besides, that job was awful. AWFUL. No, I loathe him because he is a genuine, world class PRICK who deserves to have his own cock fed to him.
But I played it cool and casually hovered around the showroom floor while also burning holes with my eye into the back of his skull. At one point, and I shit you not, he put his hand over his face to "hide" from me. Yes, he is that much of a coward. For an hour I debated saying something to him, but realizing that this would not be productive, and in fact, quickly devolve into me bitching him out, I decided to walk around the used car lot and smoke cigarettes.
Crisis averted. But then the service manager comes to talk to me. The look on her face was sheepish, to say the least. She explained that I had less than 1mm left on my brake pads and that replacing them would set me back "around $700". Are you fucking kidding me? UGH!
So the fact that I was given the news I would have to shell out an un-godly sum of money, while the man that made me poor was sitting in the same room with me...I think I showed admirable restraint in that I didn't lose my cool, or self-fucking-destruct.