The shills at the front of the school (we vote at the school my kid attends, conveniently enough). They never know what to make of me. They get confused by the scruffy geek in black jeans and tee shirt with leather riding jacket and boots...getting out of a BMW (that commonly gets mistaken for an M3 thanks to the body kit on the ZHP package). Meanwhile, I zip on past them before they can collect themselves and annoy me with hand outs.
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