MrBhp
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Out for a quick trip to the hardware store. I park right up front, by the door. It's a wide parking spot, like a handicap spot with no sign. The Shelby should be safe there. I go in the store, find what they don't have, and leave by the big overhead door that they open when weather permits. As I approach my car, I see an elderly gentleman on his hands and knees wiping the bugs from my front bumper. "Hmmmm, that's odd", I think to myself. So I say something that I think is a bit funny. Something like "Can you hurry it up, I gotta be home in 15". The guy does not laugh. The guy with him does not laugh. Tough crowd. Maybe my Texan Cajun Yankee accent. The guy on the ground asks if it's my car.
"Yes".
He doesn't respond back.
The guy must be a real car lover. Can't stand to see a fine vehicle with bugs on the bumper.
I hear his buddy ask softly, "Is it coming off?"
Then I see it. When the guy walked out of the store, he dropped his fresh gallon of white paint. The lid popped off. And this was the result.
The guy was nearly crying. I think he expected me to go ballistic. He was truly, desperately trying to get the paint off of my car. But it was warm, hot, sunny. That paint was bonded. I managed to get it wiped off the hood and fender. I told the guy to go home and not think of it again. And I left.
"Yes".
He doesn't respond back.
The guy must be a real car lover. Can't stand to see a fine vehicle with bugs on the bumper.
I hear his buddy ask softly, "Is it coming off?"
Then I see it. When the guy walked out of the store, he dropped his fresh gallon of white paint. The lid popped off. And this was the result.
The guy was nearly crying. I think he expected me to go ballistic. He was truly, desperately trying to get the paint off of my car. But it was warm, hot, sunny. That paint was bonded. I managed to get it wiped off the hood and fender. I told the guy to go home and not think of it again. And I left.