That's why I hate getting my fucken oil changed. They ALWAYS do that shit to me. Ask me 10,000 stupid questions about crap that they know I have no idea about.
"When was the last time you had _____ changed?; How old is this ______?; What kind of _____ do you use for ______?; Have you had the _______ replaced?"
I know they're just waiting to assrape me because I'm always standing there with this look on my face like "how the fuck should I know?". It's one of the few things I miss about having a husband. At least he always took my car in for all that junk.
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