I told you I would wait two hours for you to drive from Eugene to buy the skateboard deck I posted on Craigslist. When you had trouble finding my house I tried talking you through instructions over the phone, but instead you drove aimlessly while getting through the epilogue of your life story. When you finally made it to my house, rather than making a simple transaction to carried on a mixed monologue about a car you totalled and all of the hangups of dealing with insurance adjusters. Instead of appropriate haggling, you attempted to barter with sodas and bottled water you found in your car. When you finally did decide to buy the skateboard you did so by counting out quarters into my open hands, 100 quarters. Then you had the audacity to ask to come along to the indoor park with me. If I had charged myself minimum wage for this hassle, I more than lost money. Thanks.
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