August 5, 2008

Aha

Now I remember why I drag my feet so when I need to take my car to the mechanic:

  • The owner makes some sexist crack about "independent women" (because I brought my bike and therefore didn't need a ride)
  • He doesn't listen to me for longer than 30 seconds when I try to explain what's wrong and what I need ("Sure, sure, dear. Just leave the key.")
  • That hill coming up School St. is a bitch and a half
  • When I return, I will have to hand over heaping wads of cash

They are a good shop, though, and honest, and that's all you can really hope for. Still, I think my dread is kind of justified.

And please say a prayer/chant to the car gods for me and ask them for to please fix my A/C. Because if it can't be fixed fairly easily, I'm a little screwed.

Posted by thevieve at August 5, 2008 11:39 AM
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