The car owner was a typical big mouth douch bag. I would have got the tow rig up there and drug that hunk of [censored] off my track it can burn on its own time. Plus, I'd tell the fat bald dude to never come back.
Screw that mouthy punk.
That's the impression I got too, and seemed He was too lazy to get out of the car.
When someone is giving order at their venue you listen. If you don't like it go somewhere else.
