But, Wait There's MORE...
Dec. 6th, 2010 12:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lydamorehouse...so the tire guy calls very apologetically and explains that actually that CAN'T put a new tire on. Why? Because the car is actually BROKEN. Apparently, the reason I got a flat is because something called something like "a tire spring" broke and poked my tire. So the tire guys had to put the spare back on and I drove (very carefully) to my mechanic.
I used to love my mechanic. I go to a place on Grand called Sinclair (on Wheeler, there are two). It's a great place. I don't ever feel like they rip me off. HOWEVER, it used be owned by this guy named Ben. He was great. Always a bit surly like you kind of expect a mechanic who perfers cars to people to be, but young and sarcastic in a way I could relate to -- as much as I'm going to when we have nothing else in common outside of my car. He had a family and may still own the place, but he doesn't manage it any more. He left the place to his much surlier companions, who are much less young and sarcastic so it's a little less fun trying to communicate with them. They still do great work, but the experience has gone down a notch, you know?
Anyway, they probably won't get to the car until tomorrow. Now I get the added joy of taking the bus to pick up Mason and probably calling a taxi to take us home in time to get off to karate tonight.
Glee.
I used to love my mechanic. I go to a place on Grand called Sinclair (on Wheeler, there are two). It's a great place. I don't ever feel like they rip me off. HOWEVER, it used be owned by this guy named Ben. He was great. Always a bit surly like you kind of expect a mechanic who perfers cars to people to be, but young and sarcastic in a way I could relate to -- as much as I'm going to when we have nothing else in common outside of my car. He had a family and may still own the place, but he doesn't manage it any more. He left the place to his much surlier companions, who are much less young and sarcastic so it's a little less fun trying to communicate with them. They still do great work, but the experience has gone down a notch, you know?
Anyway, they probably won't get to the car until tomorrow. Now I get the added joy of taking the bus to pick up Mason and probably calling a taxi to take us home in time to get off to karate tonight.
Glee.