As I was leaving the shop, a different employee who had just placed the old brakes, and wheels back on, and driven the car out of the garage. Handed me the key and with a serious tone (after seeming to venerate Mary) said to me "good luck."
Needless to say, after hearing such words come from the mouths of these men, I was somewhat frightened to drive Judith around town.
Since, I have gone on long enough, I will let you all know that, I replaced the front brakes with the help of a friend and at a fr action of the cost.
Moral of the story: In such a fast pace world, it's important to have good brakes and cheaper to have smart friends.
1 comment:
that's a bummer. but it's part of life. you either have to pay a ton of money for a nice car, or drive around an old falling apart car and pray that it doesn't break down when you are on your way to somewhere important. most old guys like me have had their share of older cars and it's so funny that mechanics are such jerks when they see a car like yours because they've been in the same position as you. i think they find a sick pleasure in seeing people's car trouble. perverts.
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