Now that I am home in Northern Ireland, i find that the guys who sit in their chaved up novas and corsas in our street (Bit of a national passtime over here) always check the car out as it goes past.
Also before coming back I had an interesting incident.
In my last workplace, the girls had arranged a girls night out but and in his hormone overbalanced state one of the guys said that we would give them a lift into Reading.
So on the night they went out, we all drove to where we were meeting them and parked up in a line.
We were taking bets on which car would be snapped up by the ladies first, I personally didn't think i would have much of a chance as there was a Porsche convertible thingy, a bright red Audi S3, one of those convertible Volvos and a Convertible 206. Also as it was a sunny day all convertibles were topless - gits.
Anyways, I was astounded when the first 3 girls out went straight to the supra. We waited until all the girls had picked a car, and it was this point that i realised that all the girls hated me due to certain opinions I may or may not have expressed about their ability to do our type of work. As I walked over all i heard was "Oh, its his car", however as all other cars were full they had no choice, so I used the opportunity to wind them up as much as possible on the way there.