Conversation went somewhat as follows Me: I hate pretty much all the current pickup trucks bc they are excessively large, too high and thus dangerous to pedestrians, and sacrifice too much bed space. I'll keep using my '89 Nissan with an odometer that stopped working, a rusting bed and mismatched doors as my utility/work vehicle until hell freezes over.
Bossman: so if you got a brand new ram 2500 for free you wouldn't drive that instead of your old brokeboy-mobile?
Me: imo they are over priced as shit, and a depreciating asset, so I'd just sell it immediately. That's what, 60k?
Another coworker: he's right. 25k for power tools, car parts and firearms, 15k for whiskey, hookers and LSD, donate the rest to Indian maoist guerillas
Me, unable to hold in laughter: shut the fuckk up man (thinking, why the hell would you say that in front of the boss man, but except for the buying sex (being a John seems kinda messed up) that is basically what I would want to spend it on lol)
Love the nerve of your boss calling your truck “broke boy-mobile,” just rubbing it in that he is underpaying you
That is a good point, that had completely escaped my notice. Too many layers of
to even comprehend them all