latino158 said:
Girl I went out with looked down on my car
This is just
begging for a low-rider joke.
:flowers:
I had a Ford Maverick in High School. Got it for $70, replaced the battery cable, and *VrooM* it fired right up. Worked great, until I got a baby blue Ford Pinto. :yes:
Four speed, AC, 2.2, rear-wheel drive, no rust, even had the trunk, not the hatch, into which I put two 12" Cerwin Vegas. I loved that thing, and it was great fun to drive, super dependable, and was quite economical at the time. I really was proud of it: kept it highly waxed, vacuumed, and didn't leave trash floating around. I miss that thing and regret having moved it down the road. I hope a collector found it; it still had a lot of life. Had I known better at the time, I would've dropped the 302 in it and made it a monster.
Did I take crap for it. You bet, no doubt.
Man, I have a million stories to share about "defending my car's honor". But, after a few times failing sh¡t tests, I got quicker and more creative with the comebacks.
Ultimately, instead of "reacting" to women's bs, take the opportunity to ƒuck with them for being silly.
"No, it's not my car. It's my sail boat, retard."
"Yeah. And, no, you can't drive it. Wait until I see you drive, then maybe I'll trust you."
"Yes. I have a different colored pinto for every day of the week. Today is blue."
"Yeah! I took the body off a Pinto and put it on a Porshe chassis. Cops have no clue!"
"Bought and paid for a long time now, cheap insurance, easy on gas, fun to drive, dependable... why? How much you offerin'?
"Wanna race for Pink slips? Your broomstick, against my Pinto."
*slap the keys on the hood, snap to attention, stare straight ahead, and yell hella-loud like bootcamp, making as big of a scene as possible*
"THIS IS MY PINTO. THERE ARE MANY LIKE IT, BUT THIS ONE IS
MINE. WITHOUT ME, MY PINTO IS
USELESS. WITHOUT MY PINTO,
I AM USELESS."
*then smile, maybe wink at her, grab your keys and carry on like it never happened*
I've gotten a zillion laughs with the bootcamp thing ...mainly from folks on other levels of the parking ramp or down the street who couldn't help but overhear. I sound off like I got a pair, what can I say?
Anyway, take it as an opportunity to mess with them. It got to be so fun, I would actually
look forward to getting messed with about my car.
Though, as I got older, I found that a stern look-down, followed by:
"You had better be careful what sort of stupid sh¡t comes out of your mouth next."
or
"Don't be one of
those girls."
...works extremely well for me in most sh¡t test scenarios.