“If there’s a screw to be found, you’ll find it.” — one of my favorite colleagues.

Yeah, took Samantha Jones into the garage this morning to ask them to check my ever-leaking tires. A painful $52 later, I have two patched tires and two that are OK. To most people, I’m sure $52 is no biggie, but as my rent is practically doubled and I have some expenses to incur before next payday on Sept. 7, I just felt a big bad ouchie when I handed them the cash. *sigh*

And of course, for the fourth time, I’ve run over a large screw. That’s why my fucking back tires are always leaking. And it’s a real damn shame that the only screws I’m getting are in my tires and wallet. 🙂

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