Ferrari Guy (Compliments, part 4)

Pretty much everyone who drives a Ferrari is an asshole.

I can only imagine the little shriveled-up penises that drove these guys to make that purchase. But as I pulled up beside a stereotypical Ferrari owner (fat, bald, old), I suddenly started feeling sorry for him. I mean, all he wants is for people to admire him. Maybe have a few hot girls initiate a three-way. But mostly it’s just about someone–anyone–telling him, “You made it, Irwin. You are cool.”

So I decided to kill two birds with one stone and compliment a Ferrari driver on how nice his car is. I rolled down my window and yelled, “Hey, man, sweet ride!”

He just looked over at me, checked me for sincerity, then just nodded. A little hint of a self-satisfied smirk. But mostly just the nod. Like, “I know. But thanks for saying so anyway.”

The light turned green and he peeled out, as required by the unwritten rule of the road that says the nicer car goes first.

I have mixed feelings about this one. I drove off wondering whether it was wrong to fuel his pathetic but fragile ego like that.

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One Response to Ferrari Guy (Compliments, part 4)

  1. L says:

    This blog gets increasingly amazing with each post

    What you are doing actually is something straight out of the book “How to Win Friends and Influence People” by Dale Carnegie. There is even a part about a successful person writing down and practicing their interaction on a daily basis. Major kudos for being this open with even the embarrassing aspects.

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