Last night I got home at a decent hour so the wife asked if we could go out and test drive a car or two. I threw on some jeans and boots and my tan Carhartt jacket and we went to the Chevy dealer.
The salesman was very pleasant but seemed to think that he was wasting his time on us. After we drove two trucks, the salesman went into the back to find a brochure for us. I looked at my dirty boots and worn jacket I've had since I was sixteen. I looked at her ragged fleece pullover ("I've had it since college!") and old running shoes and I said, "You know, this was totally unintentional but we look totally fucking POOR."
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