I Wish I Was Mechanic...
...so I could kill myself, because I'd deserve it.
I blew a tire last night, well, this morning, at 3AM. So, I change that fucker in the dark with no flashlight, which sucked. Then, I drive home, wake up after 2 hours sleep, take it to the shop. Dude tells me that my car has "unusual size tires" and he has to get them shipped from the warehouse. Anyway, long story short, he then proceeds to tell me it's going to be $385. I said, "Dude, just give me the two front tires for now." At which point, he proceeds to inform me that IS the cost for two tires. What the hell? Yeah, being a mechanic is a racket, those fuckers need to pay (for my new tires).
It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't drive my car for a living. I can't wait to get some more school loans so I can work less and need my car less. Damn.
I blew a tire last night, well, this morning, at 3AM. So, I change that fucker in the dark with no flashlight, which sucked. Then, I drive home, wake up after 2 hours sleep, take it to the shop. Dude tells me that my car has "unusual size tires" and he has to get them shipped from the warehouse. Anyway, long story short, he then proceeds to tell me it's going to be $385. I said, "Dude, just give me the two front tires for now." At which point, he proceeds to inform me that IS the cost for two tires. What the hell? Yeah, being a mechanic is a racket, those fuckers need to pay (for my new tires).
It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't drive my car for a living. I can't wait to get some more school loans so I can work less and need my car less. Damn.
posted by Tim Will Drown at 2:33 PM
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