Not Cool.

Years ago, my only wish was to someday give someone a ride and not have to apologize when they got into my car.

All that’s changed, but when I saw this card stuck into the door of the car next to mine at the gym yesterday, I felt the owner’s pain. It’s tough enough to get around in a jalopy without someone offering a couple bucks for your piece of shit.

Tear up the card. It gets better, dude.