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Originally Posted by Acey
I get extremely nervous when the kid at the dealership is driving my car around the corner from the front to the service bay at the back. I cannot fathom giving your house to strangers. You gotta be kidding me.
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LOL, one of my monster pet peeves is when a buddy pulls a new golf club out of my bag, and starts swinging it without my permission. You know they are gonna hit that one random rock and chip the face.
The absolute worst ever, was some knot head I worked with years ago. I literally got a new motorcycle 3 days earlier with less than 100 kms on it, and I come outside and dipsh*t is sitting on my brand new Hayabusa kinda rocking back and forth. I come outside, and ask him "What the hell are you doing?".
"Oh I've had bikes before, just feeling the balance."
"OK, and you should f'ing know you NEVER rub the tank on a sport bike with your belt buckle. And secondly, you NEVER sit on another guys bike without asking. And even if you do, the answer 9/10, is no."
The idiot scratched the hell out of the tank, the 3M guy was coming in to wrap that day. He tried to squirrel out of it by offering to get the tank re-clear coated, and I wouldn't let him off the hook. Made him pay $750 for a brand new factory tank. And told him if that wasn't an acceptable option, we'd be settling in small claims court.
I try and keep my stuff in pristine condition, I work hard for it. That is why I could never count on some stranger to take the same care in personal property. Especially my home.