My new hobby is swinging through the Gebhardt BMW parking lot a couple of times a week.
If there are illegally parked cars, I call the cops.
I think they’re catching on to me, though, because last time they moved the car before the cop got there. That’s ok, though. I’m doing operant conditioning with positive punishment.
A week or two back I bought a car from their neighbor. It occurred to me to let Gebhardt know why I didn’t bother checking their stuff because they could have sold me something. But I won’t shop much for cars (I would parade my ample pulchritude naked down the Pearl Street Mall before spending one unnecessary nanosecond looking at cars). Given a reason to avoid a particular seller, I will. And I did.
Way to go; calling the cops sounds like a very positive outlet for a load of frustration to me! I take it nothing came of your last letter to the high muckey-mucks at BMW.
Excellent! I love it! Takes a lot of perseverance from you, but I bet they’ll get the point.