Friday, August 12, 2016


Realized my tire was flat so I pulled into a mechanic shop to get help putting on my spare. To get to my spare tire, the mechanic had to dig through stuff in a hiding place under the back mat that was filled with junk - like a baby nursery rhyme CD and a stroller attachment. Not pictured: sand toys, a length of rope, and a hand saw. He wouldn't accept money for changing my flat and then as I was leaving, I repaid him by sideswiping a Kia he was working on. He wouldn't take money for that either. Now going to buy an enormous gift basket for my new mechanic.