My truck needs tires, so off to the store I go. Unfortunately, this is a Ford f350 so it isn’t going to be a couple of dollars. They are massive and require the cash rivaling a small countries annual income. So when I pull into the parking lot of a supposedly “inexpensive” tire store a young man meets me at the truck and asks how he can help me today. I resist the temptation to say something snarky like “you could make tires free” but he has probably heard it so I won’t go there, at least not yet! He then starts the pitch, I want two tires, he recommends I change all of them. I only want the two, he shows me a chart of how my old tires will cause me to burst into flames when trying to not hit a small furry animal on my way home. I again say I only want the two tires, he then tells how my spare tire has more wrinkles than Cher before her last facelift. Thanks but I only want the two tires, I have to then explain how many years left of college my kids have and unless all of them decide to run off to some mountain in Tibet to become monks I will only be buying the two tires. He then flips around his computer screen to show me the options ranging from platinum coated tires which will make me the envy of all the other big trucks or the plain really expensive tires I can’t afford. I tell him I want just the plain unaffordable ones, please. He rings it all up and then tells me it will be about ninety minutes, two and a half hours later I finally get the truck back feeling very much like a sucker who just got played! The worst part is all the other trucks still have nicer tires!