You’re the creep who parked your car right next to mine in the deserted Home Depot parking lot early one morning. As I approached my car, you asked me, a woman, “Would you get in my car and press the pedals so I can check my brake lights?” Uh, no. Instead, I went back into the store to get an escort back to my car. I don’t know if you had a camera on the floor of your car to snap pictures, or if you were trying to get a girl inside so you could shove her over and take off, but next time you try that line, you really should pick an automotive-parts store, you pervert.
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