As I was trying to figure out whether or not I had to feed the meter at the gym today (why the hell isn’t it free on weekends?), a guy walked by giving me the eyeball. I gave him the I’ll kick your ass like Toby Keith look that I reserve for special occasions such as this, and he asked me if I liked my yokohamas. I’m not real into the swingers scene, so I didn’t know what he was talking about. Just kept giving him the look. Then, he pointed to my tires and asked again. Oh, my tires. I get it. How the hell do I answer that? I don’t really think about the relationship I have with my tires until one goes flat or bald or pops or something. I said, “Uh, yeah, they’re fine,” and then he said, this is priceless by the way, “Well, I’ve been considering buying some for my CORVETTE and just wanted to get an opinion.” I managed to not laugh, but damn that was funny. I thought about giving him my opinion on things well beyond my yokohamas, but I was feeling charitable and let him go unscathed.

Corvette. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. That explains the necklace.

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