I’m sitting there peacefully sanding my tank and relaxing. Then “That Guy” shows up. The neighbor that knows it all..
“Lots of Bondo on that tank”
There’s no Bondo on that tank..
“Sure there is” He grabs the tank and starts caressing it. “Here, here, here.......”
You should leave now.
I’m going to have to start working with the door closed again.
On the plus side.. I GOT STUFF!! WOO!