Permision to bitch a little...
For the fourth time in 3 years, someone has gotten into one of our cars. This time it was the wife's 2015 CR-V. It appears that she made the mistake of leaving it unlocked (which she hardly ever does). The incident was so fresh that there was still the wet boot print on the rubber floor mat from where they sat in the passenger's seat. Stole her work jacket and some change, but that's about it. Fuckers.
Also, while driving the 1-ton home after purchasing it, I stopped in at a large truck stop to fuel-up. While there, some guy pulls up in a relatively new Chevy Tahoe, and starts speaking to me in some seriously broken English, pointing to his gas gauge (which was almost on "E"), and offering to sell me some huge, gaudy-ass ring for cheap. The guy said he's from Dubai (sure you are), and he's absolutely laden with gold chains and rings. I told him "I can't do that", and walked away. Ten minutes later, another guy pulls up to me and starts a similar spiel, also flashing all kinds of gold. As soon as I said I wasn't buying any damn jewelry, he drove off. WTF? Don't know if they were a tag team, or in competition with one another, but they pissed me off. Fuckers.
Put the 1-ton in my name today. Even with a, shall we say, "adjusted purchase price", tax and license on a 35 year old truck was almost $1,100. Fuckers.
I'm done now. Sorry for the derailment. Carry on.