The thing that really rubbed me the wrong way was that the guy acted like I was wasting his time.
Nevermind that when I pulled up, there was no one there getting appraised, and I still had to wait 10 minutes for Mr. A-Hole to get off his ass and come look at my car. Then, not a mention of "how does it run, or do you have any quotes for repairs". And of course, the huge attitude in he response when I questioned the procedure.
Just because you have the ability to ruin my day doesn't mean your job, and your life have any meaningful value. You're fourty-something, and you peaked at making me pay an extra $150 by being an asshole at your crappy DMV job. I'll beat you at life.
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