Here is what happen.
First of all I have to tell you I have a nice car. Not a Rolls or a Porsche, but a really nice
black Infinite. I have to tell you I
have earned this vehicle by working hard (and smart). For example during the last two weeks I have
put in over 70 hours each week. I am not
complaining but just trying to justify my Infinite 50FX. It is a good car for me because it is like
me. It is a SUV that thinks it is a
sports car and I am a old guy (63) who thinks he is a young guy.
On Monday I was in Waterloo Iowa doing a class on how to
take your business to the next level. My
wife Maggie came along with me.
After the program I put my brief case in the back of my
SUV. My car was dirty so I grabbed my
California Duster and started wiping down my car. I noticed a guy who was about 25 years old
with tattooed arms and sloppy clothes walking accross the parking lot to a car
behind me.
I noticed him but did not even make eye contact because I
was concentrating on my car. When I got
in my car my wife, who was waiting patiently in the car said that before the
young man got into his car looked
towards me and although i was not looking he felt it necessary to give me the
middle finger salute.
Just why would he do that? Because I have a nice car. Because I cared how it looked? Because
apparently I am successful. If someone
knows why I deserved this please let me know.
I know that my new friend will not be reading this. I doubt if he can read. By the way new friend, if you do happen to be
reading this, I did notice that your pants were falling off.
