On the one hand, I tried to get my car inspected so I could register it in state, and the whores at Merchants told me I had a "dim" headlight, and they would need to replace the "headlight assembly" (horseshit?) that I had a star in my windshield, which I got (no shit!) from the car in front of me while pulling into their parking lot, a nail in my tire (true, but they told me some bullshit about it costing $30 to fix) and that I needed my alignment fixed. What a bunch of bastarges.

On the other hand, I won a 6' sub from subway yesterday, having dropped a business card in their fish bowl. Now if only I had any friends.