Another moment of my fathers infinite wisdom came to me yesterday while working on a vehicle and it kinda sorta fits in here.
I was about 8 years old when my dad decided to trade in his 20 year old pickup on a new one. We went to the dealership and looked at new trucks for an hour or so then the salesman started talking with my dad about his truck. Dad had decided on this new red truck and I was all excited about taking it home with us... I picked up cigar wrappers and things from the floorboard of the old truck while dad "nagotiated" with the salesman about the trade.
I heard the door pop open (It had quite a dent in the door panel) and dad flung himself up into the cab with me. He started pumping the gas pedal like he was stomping out a fire (You had to do that before you turned the key) and fired it up. I could tell he was angry and in a hurry, then the salesman runs up to the passangers side of the truck and yells in the window.. "Where you goin' ?"
Dad replied, "I'm gonna get this worthless, ugly, rusted, dented piece of $hit home because to hear YOU tell it we'll be lucky to make it there!!!"
Turns out the salesman kind of talked down dad's truck a little bit in the process of "Nagotiation".
Lesson #428 learned from my father "NEVER talk disrespectfully about another man's truck"