Among other things, I got a flat. Changing a tire with the crappy factory issue jack sucked. Changing it on Cicero Ave, wasn't a picnic either.
The story continues on Tuesday, when I get my tire replaced...
The guy working at the tire store says to me (I shit you not) "Did you know that your car's a stick?"
Seriously?!?! Did I know my car was a stick? Crap, I was wondering what that third peddal was for! I can't believe that this guy was actually employed to fix my tire. I'm just glad that that it's done and fixed.
1 comment:
what? what kind of question is that?
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