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Someone got my door at the Post Office
Sorry, it was in my Nissan again, not the 335, but still observations on how people behave. Dense population does it I guess.....
A lady saw me in the car, and still hit my passenger door. So I confronted her on her way back. She told me:
What country am I from (born in the good ol' USA)
Get some education (post Doctorate)
Maybe I'll scratch your door as I leave (already got your plate, be my guest)
And we thought our grandparents didn't know what they were talking about when they had concerns about the way society was going? LOL
This is why the 335 is in the garage when I know I'm not going to be able to park it away....
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