Sees You

This is the most beautiful picture in the world.  However as you can see it's not particularly good.  It isn't even good in that modern art sense that entertains sloshed rich people.  It's just a grey V6 Ram sitting in a parking lot. To reveal the true beauty of this picture we're gonna need some context.

So I clock in at approximately 1:30pm and Brad is losing his shit.  Were talking ape throwing his own feces at brightly colored tourist levels here.  Turns out someone sent him a picture of his own truck and he blames me! Obvious racial profiling of a sneakors because his only proof is that the text came from my number.  Accusations laid out pretty heavy; Brad ran out and around the building to his truck as soon as the pic dropped at 12:32pm. Apparently he was in the middle of working on a customer's car.  However before he bolts he shows the pic to Ansel. Turns out Ansel is the hero Team Troll doesn’t deserve because he bolts after Brad. They round the corner with Brad the twig followed by Ansel at twice his size who is frantically waving to warn me away.  However no matter how fast Brad might have been he didn't quite see which car I was in as multiple vehicles left the lot.

If you is a Brad type person this is the story.  Random pic, bit of sneakorsy, no answers. However you is a Cootules and rightfully suspects sneakorsy a foot amongst numerous chortles.  

Last night I was closing with a guy named Rick.  Now I'm not about to paint Rick as some great guy, but he’s pretty well screwed.  Learned to pull out two kids too late and now his ex is fucking him harder than evar before.  I feels for him and when he asked for lunch before I came in the next day I agreed. Next day I'm a little early at 12:02pm. I roll up next to Brad's truck, slap my phone around until it understands I want a picture, and then I rolls the fuck out.  At 12:26pm Rick comes out and we head off for Chinese. As were waiting to be seated at the restaurant I send Brad the most beautiful picture in the world titled ‘Sees you’. While eating I tell Rick I'm in the middle of trolling Brad and that Brad is going to lose his shit; Rick isn't entirely convinced.  At 1:11pm I get a spastic and incomplete text. Unknown to me Ansel has figured out my entire troll off a singular text and decided to double down; he plays it up as if one of the escaping vehicles is me on the run. Rick and I get back after lunch for a good laugh while Brad is so distraught that he can't do an oil change right; double gasketed a car and got sprayed wid oil.

However even though this was a good bit of trolling unfortunately Brad has the last laugh.  I pushed my luck just a bit too far and got caught out for it. If you've got a keen eye you can see just a sliver of my own car in the bottom right.  He told me I'm screwed because now knows the color of my car; black.