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Originally Posted by fastfredracing
Ha, I worked for VW in the early 90's. The guy who ran the shop was a crusty mean old fart who ran his ship like it was the Marines .
I daily drove a 1976 Corvette back then, and was also long hair. The whole way through the interview when he hired me, he kept asking me how much weed I sold to buy that Corvette. I kept assuring him, two jobs since high school .
I agree you can tell a lot by a person's car, but window tint?
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This story brought some ancient memories flooding back. In the early/mid '70s, when I was a young teenager, I worked summers at a parking garage in DT Minneapolis hand-washing cars. It was a decent job when busy, I got paid by the car instead of the hour. I still remember that it was $1.30 per car, inside and out, vacuumed and chamoised(?) dry. There were some massive cars in those days, like Eldorados and Buick wagons.
I wasn't even old enough to drive in those days but I had long hair and an attitude. My boss was a straight-up redneck named Ernie Peacock Jr., (I kid you not), he had a buzz cut like a Marine, (unusual in the '70s), and he was a beer drinking 35 y.o. to my pot smoking 15 y.o. He used to call me "hippie freak" all day long but I knew that he really liked me but would not admit it. One day, I came in with a pretty good shiner from a fight over the weekend and he was in heaven giving me crap about it.
Your boss asking how much weed you sold for the Corvette really reminded me of Ernie. He was a funny guy. I wound up doing some yard work for him at his large suburban place one weekend and drank a 12-pack with him, he liked my work ethic even though he wouldn't admit it and he bossed me around like a drill Sargent but with always some humor involved. I miss that guy and hope he's had a good life since.
