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·I went into Bel-Kirk Mustang (north of Seattle) today for the first time. It looked like an organized store with the usual Mustang stuff on shelves and racks. That's where the fun of my experience ended. I was asked if I needed any help, and I said I was looking around and this was my first time in. I asked this old guy behind the counter what kind of car was in the backroom idling, (it sounded sweet) He said "a Mustang". Strike one. I asked his equally old wife a question and got some short crass answer, I don't even remember what it was I asked. Strike two. Then after I bought something, the old crass lady had the gaul to say that my signature looked nothing like my credit card, and asked me if I changed my name. Strike three. I guess you can tell where I am going with this. These Hacks really pissed me off. I will never go into this store again. Ever. And I have a TON of stuff to buy. Cross me once, and it's F**K you for life. Guess It's my heritage. Anybody else have this kind of treatment by these Morons?
Getting off my soapbox now,
Dave
1964 fuelie Corvette (restored)
1970 Sportsroof (project)
Getting off my soapbox now,
Dave
1964 fuelie Corvette (restored)
1970 Sportsroof (project)