On an unrelated note, there are certain types of stores that I really dislike going in to and one of those are automotive stores.
It seems to be a requirement that everyone in an automotive store has to puff themselves up with bravado, swear every other word, be covered in oil, and loudly complain that the goddamn fucking bullshit engine nozzle dunked in the fucking spigot and tore the alter-not-er to hell because some cockass left it in park and drove off while filling up the blinker fluid.
