I tried to buy a new tire. I know about an "el cheapo" place that did me right the last time I was there, but this time when I pulled in there were two new guys working.
A short stubby fellow asked me what I needed. I told him a new tire. Just then a taller thinner man walked up and asked the short stubby guy what I wanted. He answered in Spanish and the tall guy disappeared. I stood back and waited. There was a bearded hipster also waiting for something, probably a tire. He was leaning up against his late model Volvo with his arms crossed.
The tall skinny guy came out from behind the tire rack rolling what looked like a tire for a truck. I don't have a truck. I looked at the bearded hipster and we started to laugh. I'm not sure that's going to fit, the hipster said. The tall skinny guy was embarrassed and lashed out at the short stubby guy. They exchanged barbs in Spanish, and when the skinny guy was behind the tire rack the short stubby guy looked at me and spun his index finger around his temples to give me the he's crazy sign. Then, he leaned back and put his thumb to his mouth with his pinky extended to give me the he drinks too much sign. I laughed.
A few minutes later the tall skinny guy came out with a new tire. I asked him if it was still forty-five dollars? No, it's sixty-five. I told him I'd have to come back. He nearly blew a fuse and said you're kidding me. I said no I'm not. I looked at the bearded hipster and shrugged my shoulders and lifted my hands, the sign for what can I say?
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