The idiocy of people never ceases to amaze me. I seem to be having to deal with a lot of that recently.
It started out today when I went to admiral... a guy, who was obviously trying to impress me said "Nice car". I thanked him and started walking inside to pay for my gas. I walked back out and he said "So what kind of car is it?"
What kind of car is it? Are you an idiot? You're a resident of Lansing, where the Grand Am is made, and there are about 20,000 GAs in this city alone... and you *don't* know why kind of car it is?
The other thing. He had a Michigan liscence plate... so I'm assuming that he was, indeed, a Lansing resident... even if he wasn't, how can you live in Michigan and not know what a Grand Am is? It's Pontiac's top selling car! It's the top selling car in the state of Michigan right now! (Until Pontiac discontinues them after this year, which I think is stupid... but that's a whole different aspect of stupidity). Even across the country, there are dozens of Grand Am clubs - enthusiast clubs. I'm a member of two of them. I've gone to meets.
So, what kind of car is that again?
This brings me to another story. When I went to go look for my new pretty baby. I was at Sawyer's Pontiac... and... lo' and behold... a salesman approached me and asked if I was looking for something. I told him I wanted to test drive an '04 Grand Am GT. So what did he do? Asked me if I wanted a v-4 or a v-6 engine.
......
For those that don't know - GA GTs are automatically equipped with a V-6.
Then he said "okay, you'll want a GT then"... NO SHIT.
He tried telling me about the engine. I finished his sentence for him. 3400 series SFI. He told me the '05 will have the 3500 series. I said "I know".
......just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I don't know what engine is under the hood of my favorite car......
Which brings me, finally to this: a few days ago, I went out to put washer fluid in my car. While I was at it, I figured I'd check the oil. Two guys were walking out into the parking lot. I saw them look at me, look at each other and say something. I'm thinking "Oh, God"... sure enough, I start checking my oil and one of them says "Excuse me... do you need help?"
...... HELP....? I'm checking my oil! I said "No, I think I can handle checking my oil."
They drove off without another word. Sure, I bet they were trying to be nice... but, damn. Automatically see a girl - in a parking lot - with the hood of her car open and that means she needs help? Granted, if my car wasn't starting, yes, I'd need help. I'm *no* mechanic. But I do know some basics.
I just thought that last story was funny.
Lastly - A very big HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Heather! The old fart's 22 now, so go wish her a happy birthday
here.