I pull into my local tractor supply co. To look for a trailer dolly. I park a space away from a nice looking F250 lifted. I admit I stared at ‘er and in my mind said “nice truck”. While inside, I do my shopping and see a couple. Female was cava, to say the least. On my way out, dude and said cava walk out with their bounty. I can’t back out because they’re staring at my truck. He’s pointing and such. No doubt they were looking at me. Between the mirrors and backup cam, I was unsure wether to drop my “you can’t see me, even from up front tinted windows “. Here I am, admiring his truck. I probably should’ve dropped the window. He seemed like wanted to talk but my job kinda made me anti-social and I I didn’t find was I was looking for. So I pressed on after they vacated my rear. I had my dad with me. Witch also makes me less social-able. I was left wondering why on earth a man would be admiring my truck when he had a superlative truck also lifted and why I couldn’t drop my window to have whatever convo he wanted with my dad in tow. I’ll take whatever amateur psychological advice Antony can give.

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