In the servo last night, had to reverse up to the pump.
Started filling up only to notice a guy with a black eye standing at the front of my car for a few moments
Him: Hey! What kind of car is this
Me: Nissan
Him: Nissan?........ six or eight?
Me: Turbo 6
Him: Really? Sounded like an 8 when you backed in. All "blub, blub, blub, blub"...
Me: ....
Next thing he is standing at the rear of the car near me
Him: Stagea huh?
Me: Yes
He then got back in his VP Commodore with his 4 kids in there, yelled at them all the STFU and drove off in a combination of creaky suspension, squealing brakes, holey exhaust squeaking fan belt.