Sounds like your car is a j erkoff-seeking missile.
I had a similar run-in at a gas station with my wild strawberry notchback, though much shorter. It was equally hostile and tense though. It was a beautiful summer day, probably 2009 or so. I was pumping gas at a nearby Mobil station when a slammed black GT hatch with chrome Cobra R's pulls in. The douche nozzle in the driver's seat gives me a head nod as he pulls in, then walks over to chat me up. His idea of chatting me up was to kneel by the rear quarter panel and look down the length of the car. He then looks at me and says "your $hit's a little wavy, but it's nice I guess." Bare in mind, the car had 43k original miles on it, came from California, and had never seen rain in its life. Here's what the floor pans looked like when I changed the carpet, just to give you a visual:
And the reflection of the sky in the roof:
The point is not to brag about how clean the car was, or to say that the car didn't have a single wave in it, anywhere. The point is that the guy just wanted to $hit on me for having a nicer car than him. He couldn't say something nice, or make harmless small talk about the car. He had to assert himself as the dominant $hitbird in order to belittle me and my ride, and to elevate his own to a higher plateau of dildoness. It's very hard for people to be happy for others. It goes against their very nature. People, and particularly Mustang people, are intrinsically jealous and defensive. Oh well...
I had a similar run-in at a gas station with my wild strawberry notchback, though much shorter. It was equally hostile and tense though. It was a beautiful summer day, probably 2009 or so. I was pumping gas at a nearby Mobil station when a slammed black GT hatch with chrome Cobra R's pulls in. The douche nozzle in the driver's seat gives me a head nod as he pulls in, then walks over to chat me up. His idea of chatting me up was to kneel by the rear quarter panel and look down the length of the car. He then looks at me and says "your $hit's a little wavy, but it's nice I guess." Bare in mind, the car had 43k original miles on it, came from California, and had never seen rain in its life. Here's what the floor pans looked like when I changed the carpet, just to give you a visual:
And the reflection of the sky in the roof:
The point is not to brag about how clean the car was, or to say that the car didn't have a single wave in it, anywhere. The point is that the guy just wanted to $hit on me for having a nicer car than him. He couldn't say something nice, or make harmless small talk about the car. He had to assert himself as the dominant $hitbird in order to belittle me and my ride, and to elevate his own to a higher plateau of dildoness. It's very hard for people to be happy for others. It goes against their very nature. People, and particularly Mustang people, are intrinsically jealous and defensive. Oh well...