Washing the STI the other day at one of those self service bays. I'm in the process of rinsing soap off the hood/front bumper with the high pressure water sprayer.
As I walk around the fender I catch a guy in the corner of my eye about 2 feet away just over my sholder! WTF!
Surprised the hell out of me....(Age? about late 50's maybe, really sketchy looking)
Me: "oh!, hello, didn't see you there."
Guy: (No response) *Intensely stareing at the fog light covers.*
Guy: (Looks up at me, *then proceeds to walk around fender*, stares at door.)
Me: "how' ya doing?"
Guy: *mubbles* "Just checking... if the stickers are legit" (I couldn't really make out what he said, the pressure washer was to loud, but im pretty sure thats what he said.)
Me: "I'm sorry, I didn't get that..."
Guy: *Looks up at me, looks back at car, turns around and walks back to a 1980's POS corrolla, complete with gapeing rust holes, with an older woman driving. He gets in the passenger seat , and they drive off. No wave, no smiles, dead serious.
I'm thinking "What the hell just happend."