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Back when I was 16 or 17 (early 90's), my first car was a '83 S-10 Blazer. My parents and I went in halves and got it painted an awesome metallic blue. I loved it. About a month later, I parked at school and would normally sit in my Blazer for a while listening to music before going into school. So that one morning I'm sitting there just hanging out and a big huge hooptie parks next to me. It was a priest that works at my school (it was a Catholic school). He opens the door and BAM, right into my nice new paint. He got out and closed his door and started to walk away like nothing happened. Now I'm not proud of what I did next and probably going to he11 for it, but I got out and started yelling at him. Said he was going to fix it weather he has money or not, and that he is a priest and should have more respect than that. And I stormed off. When I got home, my mom called me into her bedroom and said "What in the world did you say to Father at school today?!? He called and said you were very upset and that he would help fix your car." Then I felt horrible. Luckily the paint place gave me free touch up paint and I was able to touch it up myself. Wasn't perfect, but good enough for a 7 or 8 yr old blazer.
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2015 Camaro SS
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