Every time someone asks me the make and model, I give a puzzled look
Every time someone asks me the make and model, I give a puzzled look
Well… the make is usually written on the car somewhere.
So yeah, I guess I can read.
No, he’s mad at you claiming you can read text on a car 20m away, even though that text is so small, that no normal person can read it a few meters away unless you already know what it’s saying.
So in essence, what you’re saying is not false, but the context makes it an obvious lie. Combined with the “hurr durr, I can read” subtext, it comes off as asshole behavior.
Not remembering random husks of metal on the street isn’t ignorance, it’s called “not being into cars”. I know that’s really hard to understand for some people, but for a significant chunk of the population cars don’t matter at all.
And if you can’t understand that your interests are not universal, that’s kind of the definition of ignorance.
I’m not into cars, I just read things and start associating their names to the objects. Not fucking hard. You assuming that I like something just because I can read and name it is very ignorant. Or is that just something you do, avoid reading and learning what things are called just because you don’t like them.
Maybe if you weren’t such a condescending asshole you’d realize that we share the same disinterest in “random husks of metal” that are major impacts to global warming and micro plastics.
You don’t have to be into them to recognize some of the distinctions of something so ubiquitous. They’re all over the place, and have a huge impact on your life, whether you’re interested or not.
I’m not into birds, those pesky disgusting rats with wings, but they’re all over the place. I’m occasionally aware enough to recognize some of their differences and be able to identify a few types on sight. And they don’t even have the species marked anywhere I can read to feedback to improve my knowledge