I let people influence me.
I don't know why I do it, because I'm usually a hard-lined bastard
But every now and then I go with the flow and I get the whole bottle
I look back at most of my mistakes (that ended in repercussion) and a disproportionate amount is due to this phenomena.
So what happened? I bought a cabinet and was loading it into my car. The store person offered to help, but I declined. They persisted, "I do it all the time," he or she said. I relented. It didn't work. Then they got riggidy rope and removed a panel from my hatch and started pulling it through.
A crowd was drawing.
I snapped out of it then and took over. All went inside. I returned to my original damn plan, worked flawlessly.
Their way damaged my car.
Superficially
But I love my car, and my seats
I don't want scrapes on my ceiling, or doors
Or grooves dug into the back of my front seats or arm rests
No matter how shallow
Yes being a shlub lackwarrants pity
But it does rustle my jimmies