Dad's a Bastard.
My wife somehow managed to burst a tyre on her car last week when she was pootling about. I drove over and changed it for her, and then swapped cars so I could take hers to a garage to get a new tyre.

I was forbidden from asking any of the details leading up to the bursting of the tyre and I was also recommended not to mention it in further as ‘bursting a tyre is not representative of my actions’.

Fine.

So that’s how I found myself on a dusty windswept industrial estate waiting for Kwik Fit to put a new tyre on my wife’s car. As I was waiting, I wandered into the nearest garage which happened to be a Lexus showroom.

Inside the garage bit there was a young man bawling his eyes out next to a car, and his dad (or older lover, ooer!) comforting him. There was an awkward looking salesman edging away to an office looking embarrassed, and stately looking salesperson was speaking in hushed, calm, measured tones to the young man and his dad/lover.

Under the pretext of looking at the myriad cars, I started to sidle over to the fracas.

While I was intently looking at an RX-400, I managed to get the gist of what the problem was. The poncey roadster that they were standing in front of was a convertible.

“Look I already told you, I don’t want a convertible!” snivelled the young man to all within earshot.

“And as I have already said, we informed you when you ordered it that this model is only available as a convertible” intoned the sage salesman, a Caesar of sales people.

“I don’t care, I want a hard top now!” shrieked the young man.

“Look, we have the order here with your dad’s signature, and the car is already paid for” said the salesman.

By this point, another salesman had locked onto me and was approaching with his “See anything you like, apart from me, haha just kidding, want a car?” spiel and I started to make my exit as I can’t even afford church mouse cheese at the moment, let alone a luxury hybrid SUV.

However I couldn’t stop thinking about what a bastard that guy’s dad was, buying him a convertible like that.

Some people.
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Tue 14 Oct 2008, 17:29, 4 replies)

Wait a minute
Why didn't the salesman ask the guy to turn round, then turn back after the roof was put up?

I can't think why you'd want to trade the wind-in-hair fantastic driving experience of a decent convertible for the far more claustrophobia-inducing normality of a hard-top?

Fool.
( uberdeity Wondered why Owen Lars knew of the term "hell" on, Tue 14 Oct 2008, 17:43, closed)

Good question
It was raining though so maybe he thought he would get wet as he didn't realise that he got a top with it as well.

Ahh penises.
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Tue 14 Oct 2008, 17:52, closed)

There are some evil parents in the world, dog-damn them! :(
(Mmmmminty all the beatles are aliens except for George, Tue 14 Oct 2008, 18:24, closed)

That made me think of this
"Dad, its the wrong colour...!!"

www.youtube.com/watch?v=81GUFJ_eo90
(The Archduke of South London I'm in your Girlfriend eating her organs, Wed 15 Oct 2008, 14:04, closed)