german
1st Level Orange Feather
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Curse the person who invented shopping, the killer of weekends. After mass on sunday I decided to go look at some cars; I am sick of my plastic jap car and want something more Euro. I thought beautiful in and out job go to a few places get a few prices and if I see something I like I get the deal done and be home in the afternoon to relax, NOOOOOOOO my girlfriend sank her claws in and wanted to come.
The friday before I went to the bank and made a withdrawal of $20,000 cash to make any deal go down a little easier, plus the trade in on mine I had things set, I was looking at an early 90's Porsche or a Merc.
Anyway walking around the car yards my girlfriend was going can we go now, you said shopping this isn't shopping. Every car I stopped at was either to old or to mafia looking for her liking. Then I saw my dream car, I am talking about a metallic black '92 Porsche 911, 1 previous owner in Australia - engine well looked after, not driven much considering age, original leather interior in A+ condition and Porsche chrome wheels and only 16,000 with my car I had a limit of 20,000. She said we could go to Europe for the price of the car and I said yeah but we can bring Europe to us with this car, with that I turned to the dealer and said set up the paper work. Then she just goes "your not buying this car", I swear to God the dealer just backed away and I was an inch tall and in a whisper "OK".
My car dreams fell apart then it got worse, she wanted to go shopping. Every store, every piece of clothing, every sale. What do you think, you like it, how good is the price, I like the shoes but I need a new bag, how about this one, then the killer one, "do I look big in this". I swear I needed every bit of my training to carry her bags, I said to her "f*ck I got to go buy a hummer to fit all your shit in" ohhhhhhhh if looks could kill.
Walking out I was thanking God its over then she goes what about you, I said I'm cool I dont need nothing, yeah! she dragged me into every men's store kicking and screaming; you look good in this, I like that, you got this in pink, thats nice, try that on, you need that, wow thats goes together. I was like no need for the hummer I need a truck she was like what I said 'love you'. At this point I thought death was the only viable option.
Five hours later I saw natural light again and what a feeling that was, I hate shopping so much curse it. At the start of the day I had dreams and hope but at the end I was shattered man.
Kust
The friday before I went to the bank and made a withdrawal of $20,000 cash to make any deal go down a little easier, plus the trade in on mine I had things set, I was looking at an early 90's Porsche or a Merc.
Anyway walking around the car yards my girlfriend was going can we go now, you said shopping this isn't shopping. Every car I stopped at was either to old or to mafia looking for her liking. Then I saw my dream car, I am talking about a metallic black '92 Porsche 911, 1 previous owner in Australia - engine well looked after, not driven much considering age, original leather interior in A+ condition and Porsche chrome wheels and only 16,000 with my car I had a limit of 20,000. She said we could go to Europe for the price of the car and I said yeah but we can bring Europe to us with this car, with that I turned to the dealer and said set up the paper work. Then she just goes "your not buying this car", I swear to God the dealer just backed away and I was an inch tall and in a whisper "OK".
My car dreams fell apart then it got worse, she wanted to go shopping. Every store, every piece of clothing, every sale. What do you think, you like it, how good is the price, I like the shoes but I need a new bag, how about this one, then the killer one, "do I look big in this". I swear I needed every bit of my training to carry her bags, I said to her "f*ck I got to go buy a hummer to fit all your shit in" ohhhhhhhh if looks could kill.
Walking out I was thanking God its over then she goes what about you, I said I'm cool I dont need nothing, yeah! she dragged me into every men's store kicking and screaming; you look good in this, I like that, you got this in pink, thats nice, try that on, you need that, wow thats goes together. I was like no need for the hummer I need a truck she was like what I said 'love you'. At this point I thought death was the only viable option.
Five hours later I saw natural light again and what a feeling that was, I hate shopping so much curse it. At the start of the day I had dreams and hope but at the end I was shattered man.
Kust
