Today, I walked into a car shop and asked the clerk, who was staring at a computer screen, if they repaired valve stems, since mine had a crack in it. He looked at me briefly and said, "Nope." I then asked if he knew a close spot where I could get it done. In my mind, he said, "Does the store front say Yellow Pages on it, mister?" Calmly, I retorted, "No, but it doesn't say you're a fucking asshole either, and I had to come in to find that out myself, didn't I?" He stared at me in shock, but said nothing. Eventually, tired of looking at his averting eyes, I said, "Well, I guess I'll leave so you can offer up your clever retort to my back." I then left, smiling all the way. In reality, unfortunately, the guy only said, "There's tons on Broadway," which is a few block over. I thanked him and left. Life can be so droll sometimes... Look! A robot! 
