Coon Club Road
12-20-2020, 04:57 AM
My daughter showed me a car she was interested in that she found on Facebook Marketplace, and wanted to test drive it.
She wanted me to accompany her for "security purposes" and of course to determine if it was in fact a good deal. It was priced right.
It was about a 30 minute drive over to where the dude told her it was located. Beforehand, I Google mapped it to make sure we weren't going into a NN.
It was actually an automotive repair shop. Unfortunately, the Google photo must have been old.
We rolled up to one of those buy here, pay here sand nigger corner car lots.
I told her I thought this was an individual selling the car, not a car lot. She claimed the guy never told her it was a lot. I asked her if it sounded like a nigger on the phone. She replied she thought he may have had a little accent. Wonderful.
It was a very small lot, and we didn't see the car. It did have a couple service bays, and since it had snowed that morning, she suggested maybe they pulled it in since they knew she was coming. Wonderful.
We went inside and sure as shit, 2 Haji's in the office. Haji 1 was happy to report the car was next door getting 4 new tires and it should be done. Haji 2 told us go over and drive it, then bring it back here.
Seemed awful trusting... we walked next door as it was being backed out.
The pictures looked like the car was in good shape. It was only 10 years old, 100K miles, but the closer we got, the worse it looked.
There were no dents per se, however the thing was beat 360 with door dings, bumper scratches, gouged wheels, scuffs, and the wipers had been run dry on the windshield leaving a 2 inch scuff on both sides.
There was a parking sticker on the windshield from Washington D.C. and a state inspection sticker from Virginia.
We opened the door and the smell of nigger ass overwhelmed us, the pine tree on the mirror rendered useless against the stench. The headliner was falling down, the center armrest had an elbow hole in it from Detroit Leaning I would assume.
The interior was beyond filthy. There were Malt liquor or piss stains on the seats, the carpeting was looking more like a rubber floor mat it was so dirty... it was disgusting.
My daughter and I hopped back out simultaneously without saying a word.
Now I knew why Haji 2 told us go drive it without getting info from us, he probably wished someone would steal it.
Haji 2 came out as we were getting in our car to leave and asked us if it wasn't done or what. We told him it was done and we were done looking.
I told my daughter if the coon took care of under the hood like it took care of the interior, it wouldn't be long before something major fails from lack of maintenance.
I know if you live in a shithole city, dents, dings, and scuffs you don't have much control over, but the inside is inexcusable.
I have a feeling the wiper switch gave out and the boon drove with the wipers on for a couple months. I've never seen a windshield scratched that deep.
Needless to say, she is still shopping around for her next car.
Fucking niggers and fucking sand niggers, wasting the white mans time and money since 1776.
She wanted me to accompany her for "security purposes" and of course to determine if it was in fact a good deal. It was priced right.
It was about a 30 minute drive over to where the dude told her it was located. Beforehand, I Google mapped it to make sure we weren't going into a NN.
It was actually an automotive repair shop. Unfortunately, the Google photo must have been old.
We rolled up to one of those buy here, pay here sand nigger corner car lots.
I told her I thought this was an individual selling the car, not a car lot. She claimed the guy never told her it was a lot. I asked her if it sounded like a nigger on the phone. She replied she thought he may have had a little accent. Wonderful.
It was a very small lot, and we didn't see the car. It did have a couple service bays, and since it had snowed that morning, she suggested maybe they pulled it in since they knew she was coming. Wonderful.
We went inside and sure as shit, 2 Haji's in the office. Haji 1 was happy to report the car was next door getting 4 new tires and it should be done. Haji 2 told us go over and drive it, then bring it back here.
Seemed awful trusting... we walked next door as it was being backed out.
The pictures looked like the car was in good shape. It was only 10 years old, 100K miles, but the closer we got, the worse it looked.
There were no dents per se, however the thing was beat 360 with door dings, bumper scratches, gouged wheels, scuffs, and the wipers had been run dry on the windshield leaving a 2 inch scuff on both sides.
There was a parking sticker on the windshield from Washington D.C. and a state inspection sticker from Virginia.
We opened the door and the smell of nigger ass overwhelmed us, the pine tree on the mirror rendered useless against the stench. The headliner was falling down, the center armrest had an elbow hole in it from Detroit Leaning I would assume.
The interior was beyond filthy. There were Malt liquor or piss stains on the seats, the carpeting was looking more like a rubber floor mat it was so dirty... it was disgusting.
My daughter and I hopped back out simultaneously without saying a word.
Now I knew why Haji 2 told us go drive it without getting info from us, he probably wished someone would steal it.
Haji 2 came out as we were getting in our car to leave and asked us if it wasn't done or what. We told him it was done and we were done looking.
I told my daughter if the coon took care of under the hood like it took care of the interior, it wouldn't be long before something major fails from lack of maintenance.
I know if you live in a shithole city, dents, dings, and scuffs you don't have much control over, but the inside is inexcusable.
I have a feeling the wiper switch gave out and the boon drove with the wipers on for a couple months. I've never seen a windshield scratched that deep.
Needless to say, she is still shopping around for her next car.
Fucking niggers and fucking sand niggers, wasting the white mans time and money since 1776.