Car Wash Dialogue

“Whose car is the white one?” 
        “Mine.” 
“You know you have a hole...?”
        “In the windshield.  Yes, been there a dozen years.  No, I don’t want it fixed.”

              Silence.  We watched the car getting sealer waxed.
 
“You gonna keep it?”  
        “Whadaya mean?”  
“Interested in selling it?” 
       “That car goes.  As long as I’m still going, it goes with me!     

             He backed off, smiled, disappeared.

             How many insults can a man endure in one car wash?