feelinfroggy

Wow. Surreal to say the least.

This weekend, I endeavored to get my car fixed, but when I returned to the shop to pick up the car, I discovered that nothing had been done. The conversation ensued as follows:

Mechanic: "We didn't find nothing wrong with it."
Dayna: "You didn't find it odd that in order to make the car drive straight, the wheel has to be turned to the left?"
M: "Well, yeah. But there ain't nothing we can do about that."
D: "I believe I requested a tire alignment when I dropped the car off."
M: "Oh, we did that."

At this point, a random woman standing in line behind me peeks her head over my shoulder and says to the mechanic,
"I sure as fucking shit hope you didn't touch my car!"

Then, someone who looks like he might have a smidge of authority comes out from the backroom, looks at the mechanic I'm speaking with, and says, "Who the hell are you?"

The man jumps out from behind the counter and runs to the door. But before he leaves, he grabs a handful of mints from the "Drop-a-nickel-save-a-sick-kid" box on the counter and screams, "Westside Playas for ever...."

All I wanted, was a car that drives straight.