When I used to go to places after work, I looked dirty and obviously capable of working on stuff myself.
Now that I'm clean and well dressed most of the time, I probably look like an office guy that pays everyone to fix my stuff.
i remember going to vato-zone one time and buying some brake pads and the counter jockey was hard pushing anti-squeal and hi temp pin lube and he totally had hostage face.
when the other dude walked away he was all: sorry man, i know you don't need any of that ****. my boss makes us try and upsell that crap.
