Here’s the other thing about that mall “car contest”: if you’re 14 … what did you think was going to happen? We were going to give you a car and it was going to sit in your driveway for 2 years? No. What happens is some poor, innocent 27-year-old who hates her job is going to call you, hoping that you will lead to a piddling $100 commission, and then she has to talk to you, an adolecent, and feel embarrassed that she’s even in this position to begin with.
All you’re doing, 14-year-old, is reminding me that I’ve been driving since you were 3 years old. And that is horrifying.
Do you see? Do you see how this was basically the worst thing you could do after your trip to Hot Dog On A Stick? It’s like you bought a corn dog and then wrote me a letter about my mortality and poor life choices.
