I pull into Sonic this afternoon for an Ocean Water and there are these young men standing around a pickup truck talking. One of them yells "hey that a GT?". I reply, "no V6". A guy laughs and says "a 6 banger? What's the point of buying one of those POS! Damn I bet it's an automatic too!" He and his friends all high five, laugh, high five some more. Obviously they are easily entertained.

I step out of my car. I'm 6'4" and 260 pounds (I'm not fat). I walk over to the guy and ask, "how old are you?" He replies, "23 dude"...(dude?)

I look him square in the eye and say, "son, I'm 55 years old, been divorced twice, been shot at and killed a man...do you REALLY think I care what a 23 year old says about anything I drive?" Got back in my car.

Silence. Then a low, mumbled..."uh yes sir...."

Got my drink and left. Look back and they were all standing there looking like I just took their favorite Crayons from them.

 

hahaha


great stuff

 

ahahaha thats a kill in my opinion...niceee

 

good for you.,there some real a-holes out there.

 

Yes this is a perfect example of why inbreeding is a dangorous thing.

 

ohh man..that was some serious damage..good job

 

hahahaha awesome man

 

Great Story!! Way to put those punks into place.

 

Good for you, and well put. Cheers!

 

So what did you get to drink? LOL