Cringe & Facepalm

GM of gwatney chevrolet in Arkansas took my c8 joy riding and put 94 miles on it night before my delivery

I signed paperwork about a week ago and was sold a c8 that had 2 miles on it's when it was delivered it had 96 a bunch of scratches and was filthy inside. I asked what the hell happened with the milage and the salesman that sold me the car said the GM of the dealer took it home last night and drove it around town. I'm absolutely livid. Been dreaming of this day my whole life and saving my whole life to buy a brand new corvette and I feel like it has all been ruined now. Should of been a good day but it was terrible. I feel like I've been violated and my car is now used. Any advice on what I should do?

My boomer MIL (F59) is always complaining that I need to save money. At the first few years of my relationship with my wife I thought she was just trying to look out for me.

She let it slip at the dinner table today. My father in law burned the chicken drumsticks on the grill to the point they weren't edible, when I suggested getting pizza from Little Caesars or Dominos she slipped and said "Nooo Brian save your money, we have no 401k you need to save."

My MIL married my FIL not because of his looks he is obese but he makes six figures so I guess that was her draw to him. However he admitted to me he hadnt saved shit for retirement and he still owed a lot of back child support from a prior marriage.

Their plan was originally to go retire in Argentina where they are originally from however inflation there is wild and quality of living is going down unfortunately. So now their plan is to live off me I guess. Fml

I am a nurse. My boomer MIL doesn't understand that all medical careers aren't equal with regard to medical knowledge. She'll not ask me about something but will take bad advice from my shitty SIL, who was an X ray tech for 3 years 20 years ago. She likes me better, but she sees her more because they live in the same town.

Actual convo:

(Small talk, etc)

MIL: Oh, by the way, the chest pain is better.

Me: WHAT CHEST PAIN?

MIL: I had some chest pain the other day. It is fine.

Me: Did you go to the ER?

MIL: No. SIL thought it was fine, so I went to my regular doctor a couple of days later.

Me: Did they do an EKG?

MIL: What's that?

Me: Wires on your chest where they see your heart rhythm.

MIL: Oh. No, they didn't do that. SIL thinks I just bruised my sternum.

Me: How would you have bruised your sternum? Have you fallen down or been hit in the chest?

MIL: No.

Me: If you get chest pain again, go to the ER and have someone call me. Call 911 and get an ambulance if you need to.

MIL: But SIL said...

Me: Just go to the ER.

MIL: Ok.

She does the same to my husband who has a master's degree and over 25 years of experience in his field. She'll listen to his brother who works in a supermarket as a stocker (no shame for that) instead for things my husband knows intricately. She says she's being fair and not picking favorites. Huh? Like if one person is an expert at a particular thing go to them. It doesn't mean you are picking favorites.

So I was running errands and just wanted to stop for a bagel. I go in, find out they only have plain or walnut cream cheese now…not my preference but whatever, it’s fine.

I’m standing in the pick up area and I hear:

Girl 1: “What happened to that asiago?” Girl 2: “I put it with this one” 1: “that was for this one ^{says my name”} 2: “whoops” 1: “yeah see? This one came in first”

They call my name: “We’re actually out of the asiago bagel, do you want a different one?”

I straight up said “no.”

She had such a dumbfounded look on her face and was irritated that I wanted a refund.

I literally just heard that you gave MY bagel to someone that ordered after me! The last one!! Yet I’m the “asshole customer”

Edit to add: the refund was offered and I took them up on the offer.

I work in production for a YouTube channel and make frequent trips to Lowe’s to get paint for set design. One such trip I was waiting for my 20 gallons of yellow paint to finish mixing and a wild boomer appears next to me, I’m unsure if he’s waiting on paint himself or waiting for someone near the paint section. He looks down at the sample swatch card in my hand and decides to say, “Boy, that sure is an ugly color.” He wasn’t wrong, but thanks for the input my guy. I chuckle and sheepishly reply “yeah, it’s for a set wall.” “What’s the set for?” “I’m in video production, just for an online video” I didn’t want to say YouTube in case he wanted to ask more questions, but then…

BUT THEN…

“Well, let me know if y’all film the execution of Anthony Fauci! I’d love to watch that!”

Is…is this what small talk is for these fucking people now? I just replied with a confused “Ehhh I don’t know about that?” And pretended to take a work call away from the guy. Fuck me…