I've got this frequent customer at the parts store that drives this ATROCIOUS Toyota Celica. It's painted some sortof road barrell orange, and has flat black, um, scallops and broken stripes on it, I think. Every time I see it, its gained some sortof new detail. Oh, and a body kit.
He comes in and constantly is buying little plastic body trinkets, those razor-shaped looking fender things, special edition on the hatch, or God knows what else. It's got some sortof crappy 15 inch Pep Boys wheels on it, chrome wiper blades, and to top it all off. A supercharger.
Well, a supercharger in the sense that it's a fan that blows air into the engine, one of those E36 M3ty electric leaf blower things that goes into the airducting. Best of all is this guy's appearance. He comes in wearing khaki pants and a polo, and usually loafers of some sort. If you just saw his mugshot on a driver's license or something, with his haircut, you'd assume he was wearing a member's only jacket. I'm gonna let that one sink in for a moment.
It takes everything I have to keep from looking at this guy and saying:
ahem
"YOU ARE AN IDIOT! YOU LOOK RETARDED!!! YOU'VE GOT A LEAF BLOWER ATTACHED TO A LIFE SIZE TRAPPER KEEPER ON WHEELS!"
I know I'd be in some deep heat with the company, but my God would it make me feel better. If he knew that we called "shotgun, not it!" when he walks in the door, and we laugh when he pulls out, I doubt he would come back.
If I could sneak some pics of the car, I would. I cannot describe it's appearance justly.
I feel much better now. /rant.