She was my age, bleached blonde, about 34B, wearing a Texas State shirt with short shorts and preoccupied with texting on her phone. She had no idea what was going on with her car and probably was only there because Daddy told her she needs to maintain her new Mitsubitchy. We were all standing in the shade and she was about 2 feet from us. "Penzoil, okay?"
"Um...yea, whatever's fine. I wouldn't know," she replied without looking up from her phone.
He dropped his voice, "I'd like to give you a discount today, also."
"Oh thank you!" and she flashed him a smile.
"You are very welcome. Sign here for me." I don't think they knew we heard their transaction.
We were up next. He checked the pin number on my car and such, and came back with his little digital thingymabob. In a haughty voice, my dad goes, "So what discount to I get today?!"
"Aww no, I can't just give discounts."
"Oh, no? Why not?"
"Well, I'm not a manager."
I did not hear him wrong. Absolutely disgusting.
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