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pearwaldorfOne of the bad things about being All Growed Up is that nobody stops the world for the days that you would just very much like for it to do so.
So I went to get my brake pads replaced about a week ago. Fucker at the brake place tried to sell me about 400 dollars worth of extra work. It makes me insanely rageful that simply being a woman I can be singled out for stupid shit like this. I have no doubt that they would have tried this on somebody else as well, but they probably went the extra mile because a girl coming in by herself pretty much screams "MARK." What I really should have done is told them to do absolutely nothing and picked up the car, but I let them do the work anyways and they didn't put a wheel back on right. I'm driving down the highway and my wheel starts rattling like a bingo cage. I bring it in to Les Schwab (who are one of those rare chains that still provides customer service and you should patronize them) and they tell me the wheel was so loose one of the studs had actually snapped. The places where the lugnuts or studs or whatever are screwed in were half stripped and the tire is unusable now. So now I'm driving on my spare, which is approximately the size of a donut. Aargh.
And then, I came home and the cat had thrown up on the carpet. And I so very much want to have nothing to do with the world, but I have a lab tomorrow and I have to do some stupid lab report and AAARGH. I hate the world.
So I went to get my brake pads replaced about a week ago. Fucker at the brake place tried to sell me about 400 dollars worth of extra work. It makes me insanely rageful that simply being a woman I can be singled out for stupid shit like this. I have no doubt that they would have tried this on somebody else as well, but they probably went the extra mile because a girl coming in by herself pretty much screams "MARK." What I really should have done is told them to do absolutely nothing and picked up the car, but I let them do the work anyways and they didn't put a wheel back on right. I'm driving down the highway and my wheel starts rattling like a bingo cage. I bring it in to Les Schwab (who are one of those rare chains that still provides customer service and you should patronize them) and they tell me the wheel was so loose one of the studs had actually snapped. The places where the lugnuts or studs or whatever are screwed in were half stripped and the tire is unusable now. So now I'm driving on my spare, which is approximately the size of a donut. Aargh.
And then, I came home and the cat had thrown up on the carpet. And I so very much want to have nothing to do with the world, but I have a lab tomorrow and I have to do some stupid lab report and AAARGH. I hate the world.
