Jesus, that is even worse than a “let them eat cake” moment. This would be like Marie Antoinette eating cake in front of the starving peasants and then saying “be grateful for the opportunity to watch me eat cake!”
What happened to us? When did our spirits become so broken that the rich figuratively spit in our face and we thank them for it?
Yeah, I had a hobby in high school of test driving whatever sports cars they had at the various dealerships in town. I didn’t look like a bum but I was obviously a teenager. Worst case was the Mazda dealership that told me to come back another day before I could test drive a miata.
Most of them just let my friend and I take it out on our own, though the most expensive ones I drove were the WRX and Maxima (and the sales guy joined for both of those).
Actually, the worst was the Toyota matrix, where they didn’t let me drive it at all but ride while the sales guy was driving. But that was after they let us take a celica out, possibly even because of that car being used for joy riding, since I saw others taking it out, too.
Last year, my CEO said if we finish the project on time, he’ll buy a new truck and bring it around the office for everyone to check it out.
This would be his 20th truck he bought.
Some people in charge of the world would fail the Sally-Anne test.
Jesus, that is even worse than a “let them eat cake” moment. This would be like Marie Antoinette eating cake in front of the starving peasants and then saying “be grateful for the opportunity to watch me eat cake!”
What happened to us? When did our spirits become so broken that the rich figuratively spit in our face and we thank them for it?
Thank you for your moisture.
So relatable!
If you want to check out a new truck that you don’t own, just go to a dealership not looking like a bum and they might even let you drive it.
Don’t even need to not look like a bum, I’ve gone on a few test drives looking like a bum.
Yeah, I had a hobby in high school of test driving whatever sports cars they had at the various dealerships in town. I didn’t look like a bum but I was obviously a teenager. Worst case was the Mazda dealership that told me to come back another day before I could test drive a miata.
Most of them just let my friend and I take it out on our own, though the most expensive ones I drove were the WRX and Maxima (and the sales guy joined for both of those).
Actually, the worst was the Toyota matrix, where they didn’t let me drive it at all but ride while the sales guy was driving. But that was after they let us take a celica out, possibly even because of that car being used for joy riding, since I saw others taking it out, too.
As long as you don’t smell like a bum.