Some People Just Shouldn't Own a Stinger Missile

Today was the day I sent the Stinger Missile to get the front bumper repaired. The job is supposed to take 2 days. With that in mind, I still had things to do, so I asked for a rental car and got one. Unfortunately, this being Missouri, this is what they had in mind for a "rental car":


I especially love the fact that they made me look over the "damage waiver" just in case I don't bring this thing back in pristine shape. I informed them of a few scratches I found...including these in the back:

Honestly, did they really expect a rental truck to come back without a scratch around these parts? I also love how they "clean the car up" before presenting it to the next customer. I've seen my 9 year-old niece and 6 year-old nephew do a better job of cleaning their rooms and would probably do a better job of cleaning this car for me. Anyway, this wasn't going to fly with me, so I had them find a smaller car for me, preferably one that got better miles per gallon than gallons per mile like this hog. I ended up eventually trading out with a Nissan Sentra. Who said bitching never gets you anywhere? I spent most my day in Joplin getting some Pibb Zero as I was running low...not anymore:

I figured 24 12-packs would do nicely for a while.

Anyway, now for the real reason for this post. I saw this Yellow '02 WRX in a car lot in Joplin off of 7th st. What looked great from a distance, turned sour up close. As you can see, it's fairly decent at first and even decently priced:



My smile didn't last long as I got a better look at the car and saw very noticeable damage all over it. It was keyed, nicked, scratched and dented including this nasty dent found on the driver's side:

I saw lots of patchwork and man it made me a bit sad. I also saw it had 143,000 miles on it. Sure it will pick up some dings along the way, but not in the nature of what I witnessed. Damn shame.

I am the Complaint Department Manager and I don't approve of such abuse.