Don't you hate it when the mechanic calls?
Don't you think the worst? "It's going to cost another thousand dollars, and actually your car is hopeless and you might as well drive it over a cliff. Go buy a new car."
I do. So when I saw the email from the mechanic at 10 last night I panicked. See above.
Not so. I called this morning. More rust, another $75, we can fix, is that OK?
Oh yes, of course it is. After what I imagined?
They're fixing my mom van. Rust on passenger side rocker panel. Who ever heard of a rocker panel? I'm driving a loaner. A Trans Am sports car. Low. Tiny, clean, 144,000 miles.
Don't you think the worst? "It's going to cost another thousand dollars, and actually your car is hopeless and you might as well drive it over a cliff. Go buy a new car."
I do. So when I saw the email from the mechanic at 10 last night I panicked. See above.
Not so. I called this morning. More rust, another $75, we can fix, is that OK?
Oh yes, of course it is. After what I imagined?
They're fixing my mom van. Rust on passenger side rocker panel. Who ever heard of a rocker panel? I'm driving a loaner. A Trans Am sports car. Low. Tiny, clean, 144,000 miles.
