So, this morning, for the millionth time, I'm standing at my mechanic's front counter talking about gaskets and fluids and funny noises and . . . well you get the picture.
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4 comments:
No, I don't get it.
Oops! In the movie, the lead character wakes up every morning and it's the same day that it was the day before. That's how I feel every time I have to take my car in again :>)
oh I get it but I think it's your mechanic who should get it and then some!
But then he wouldn't get my money :>)
Actually, it's not their fault. I probably should have bought a new car. But then you know how sentimental I am.
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