At the hair salon with gf...WTF
So apparently last night I told her I'd drive her the salon. I don't remember saying I'd sit outside in the car like some half azz chauffeur. Or that I sit inside on one of the dumbazz fancy chairs like Southside would while she gets it done. F this we're in Real Time here. What should I do in the city so im not paying for ****ing parking. Perhaps leave a metrocard with the receptionist. Incredibly pissed right now. I told her I wasn't paying for it is this a retaliation strike?