Just an FYI.
Mr. T and I got a babysitter for Kiwi and spent the morning test driving cars. At one dealership our salesman was really inexperienced.
And when I say inexperienced, I mean that I'm pretty sure I saw a piece of his mother's placenta peeking out of his sweater vest.
After our test drive, the manager came over to "say hello". And when I say Say Hello, I mean that he came over to ooze his particular brand of douche our way.
Here's our exchange:
Car Dealership Manager: Blah blah blah. Car payments suck, huh?
Mr. T: Um yes. They can get pretty painful.
Manager: Painful is right! Once a month, it's painful. ::turns to me and says:: You know all about pain once a month, huh?
Me: We're leaving.
Me (the rest of the day): No fucking way he said that, I can't have heard him correctly. I must have misunderstood. No way he said that.
Mr. T: Are you ever going to stop talking about this?
Me: Probably not.