- Apr 12, 2004
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So I was walking to my car in the Savers parking lot (largely empty) when an out-of-state Suburban comes barreling through right in front of me, and then stops. The driver shouts at me something along the lines above "Hey bro, need any work done on your car? Scratches, dings, whatever, you name it, we'll take care of it, and we're giving out free samples!" I said no thanks and they promptly took off. They were both fairly pale skinny Italian-wannabe types, both in wife beaters and gold chains and shit with a bit of a Boston accent (not endemic to this area), and had rather dark circles around the eyes if that helps to describe things.
