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At a red light while I'm listening to music with only a sliver of an open window, a guy in a car who looked like an instigator with half of a front bumper missing and the rest of front end mangled from an accident, he shouts, "Hey... Hey... Hey where do you work?" I reply, "not saying." In response he says, " So you don't want me to make money." He mouthed off more unintelligible things and the light turned green.
I was glad to go.
That attitude is why he drives shat car and prob for the rest of his lives. One thing to get rich is to start fixing the mental aspect. Could've tossed you his card for his services but no, he resorted with grumbles.

