first, i may have accidentally posted this twice.
as if smoking wasn't enough of a turn off, the new hot kid at Pacific Sunwear who I trained with on my first day tonight, drove the stupidest ricer ever.
he was hott man, but then i found out he smokes. and if that wasnt good enough to ruin his "cool" factor, we walked out to the parkinglot and it took him forever for him to get his car to start. he must have tried turning it over 7 times, untill it finally fired up and made a hideous sound like the lord passing immense amounts of gas. imports....
it was an eclipse riced more than chinese chicken. my car started cleanly as usual, and i debated on whether or not i should ask him if he needed help while he stuggled in the empty mall lot trying to get it running. but of course he did anyway, so i just made sure to drive in front of him out of the parking lot first to reassure him with the light up PONTIAC in the back that yes, his new coworker's car was much, much cooler than his own.
he also took the corner way too fast and almost lost it. what a
