Arguing is arguing in any language

O.k. yall know I can and will sale an Eskimo snow in the winter time because, hey that's what I do.....sale-lol! Well the other day I had some rims on the web for sale and this Korean man kept calling trying to get them. He saw the product and knew my stuff was not only wholesale priced and ready to move, but my rims was the shizz nick!.
The first problem was this dude couldn't speak good ENGRISHH!!! I kept saying excuse me could you repeat that? He just got more frustrated and finally had a white girl call for my address. Our 1st of 12 phone calls started at 9a.m. and he finally arrived at 10p.m. that night during the worst rain storm of the month. No problem, I repeat I am a salesperson so I had to do what I had to do! I juxtapose my whips to accommodate my customer. He pulls his BMW Z3 into my garage and we put two of the rims on the rear and they fit, but barely. I told dude they was 20z and I would only recommend 18z or less. He just said "NO- I want 20z"! I was like cool, but in reality dude only had about half an inch of space to work with, so I know when he hit a bump they rubbed, but hey that's what he wanted.
Well here is where the story gets good. After we put the tires on the car,Dude tried
to fit all the tires in his convertible. I was like, "Dude let me just drop the rims off for you for no extra charge." He said he could do it himself. I watched him struggle and waited for him to ask for my help-which he finally did. So we rolled out (in the rain) for the next 22 miles. We finally arrive at his casa and he opened the garage door and out come his wife (short oriental woman with hair down to her feet and a mouth the size of King Kong! What ever she was saying she was saying it loud and with an attitude. Apparently she didn't want him to have them rims and she didn't want me to unload them. I just kept moving as they kept arguing. Dude was holding her back as she was trying to get at me. I was thinking I know I got Rosetta Stone but I don't speak a da Chinese too good! I dropped them tires in his garage and had got my money like a handicap parking spot. I got it up front-lol! I peeled out and and didn't look back. I could still hear them suckers arguing all the way down 465! And people talk about black people being ghetto-huh! It was freaking midnight at this point!!!!
Perhaps I could have done something to help, but then again maybe I did. I left and didn't become part of the problem, because as you all know, Ain't no refunds- only smiles and hand shakes. The bottom line is......Arguing is arguing in any language.

I am Ward....