Date registered: Aug 2002
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This happened to me the other day in Dallas while...
filling up my Lexus LS. A ruffled and dirty looking gentleman walked past me while giving my automobile and self the eye. He thus finally spake with slow reticence...
"I can tell by your car and the way you dress you are a man of wealth and taste."
Well shit, there went that day. Did anyone ever really want to hear part of a Rolling Stone song used to describe one's self by a total stranger? I certainly did not, and I certainly didn't need his begging for a handout either. A little aerosol hairspray and a Bic and I could have chased him around the adjacent parking lot for hours for that little statement. You understand don't you?