A compiled heap of my poetry, memoirs and personal insights of past and present.
I worked at a car dealership for two years. I have never met such a group of pigs in any single place before *ever*. Sales. Service. Mechanics. You name it. All of them. And when you work in the showroom (which is where I started as the recpetionist), you are required to "look a certain way" and we were all young, thin girls. I was wearing a skirt short enough that I would not be caught *dead* in it now and sitting at my desk. This dirty old man came up to me & said that if I showed him a little more leg (!!!) he would buy any car on the lot for any price I named. Ick.
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