I hate making tough choices. For example, this morning at the car doctor’s:
ME: Just change the oil and rotate the tires. If it ain’t gonna fall off and kill me between here and work, I don’t wanna know.
CAR DOC: It’s leaking brake fluid.
ME: I said, I don’t wanna know.
CD: The brakes could give out at any time.
ME: Not listening!
CD: Hey, buddy, it’s your fiery crash. I’m just sayin’…
ME: La la la…
CD: Whatever. Sign here, and we’ll fix it.
ME: Yeah.. for how much?
CD: $500
ME: So… these fiery crashes… they don’t like hurt and stuff, do they?
The Easter Bunny better be brining me some damned good chocolate. Or cash. Yes, cash is good.
Oh, yes… My dad is rolling over in his grave because I paid someone to fix my brakes. What I should have done is ridden them until I came horribly close to a crash. Then, I should have pawed through old car parts at the junk yard, talked the guy into selling them to me for half of the $75 he was asking (and throwing in an old, non-working 8-track tape player that “we might could get some use out of” for free), and fixed them myself.
Sorry, dad.
Bad brakes? Sounds like you have a teen driver in the family.
i hear firey crashes are all the rage these days.
Alternative repair method: cut two large holes in the floor of the vehicle, and use your feet to stop the car. Always worked for Fred Flintstone.
Here’s hoping the Easter Bunny brings you good stuff!
“What I should have done is ridden them until I came horribly close to a crash. Then, I should have pawed through old car parts at the junk yard, talked the guy into selling them to me for half of the $75 he was asking (and throwing in an old, non-working 8-track tape player that “we might could get some use out of” for free), and fixed them myself.”
hee! that sounds like Pete! his favorite place in the world is “Jack Forkey’s down the road” (where junk cars go to die…) it’s where Pete gets his everything; where he recharges his soul. blessed be the fuzzy dice; and blessed be the mufflers…
LOL!!!! My husband and the teenager are headed for a junkyard as I type to pick up door handles for my car. Yes, door handles. In the past 13 days, three of my door handles (the outside ones) have broken. I am down to the passenger side rear one. That’s a funny site to see a woman recovering from major back surgery trying to get into her car from the passenger rear.
Hope you and the Solonorites have a happy and blessed Easter!