Last week I volunteered to take a steer to the butcher shop for the counties 4-H clubs. DH told me I had to stop at the local tire shop and get 2 new tires for the trailer. Ex-friends trampy GF works there I hate to go there. I normally don't anyway. Well I pulled in and walked into the shop. There are around 7 guys in there and I am looking for the owner to get the tires. Here she came running into the shop. She stops about half way and starts yelling at me asking if that was my trailer, do I need tires for it, what do I need. Now I can't stand her so I say nothing. It is getting a bit quiet in the shop. She then looks at the owner and yells again,"See she won't talk to me!" Now the noise level has dropped in half and all the gus are looking at me. She has this smirk on her face. I'm done being nice. I yell back,"I have nothing to say to a blank blank that makes moves on my husband!" she turned around and ran back into the office. Shop is now dead quiet. Owner stands up and I tell him what I need and walk out the door. Even worse they put the tires on the wrong wheels.