I am stuck at Precision Tune Auto Care for about 3 hours today. Here I sit in this waiting room, smelling tires, gas, oil, and dirty working man (I know they can't help but stink. I would stink too if I were working under the hood of a car all day).
My drive here was a little wild and scary. You see, I'm driving Mr. Stoner's car today. His brake pads and rotors are in desperate need of replacement. Let me repeat, DESPERATE. The car was making the worst metal on metal sound I have ever heard. And it wasn't only noisy when I was using the brakes. The car sounded like a helicopter. I thought I might die! I actually prayed the whole way across town. I had to drive in that car for nearly 25 minutes to get here. Let me also mention, I got lost. I had to call Mr. Stoner and have him get me turned around. Ugh! At least I've got my computer, and the vending machine is about 10 feet from me.
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I love that you refer to him as mr stoner the entire post. Your brave for even driving to the repair shop. Thats about the most boring place to be too! I wish that you were coming this weekend! I will miss you!
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