So, on Saturday I took my car in to get the oil changed, and also to have them check out a certain noise that I have noticed for awhile–“noticed” being an understatement due to the fact that the “noise” is a horrid squeal that occurs every time I turn on the engine, akin to the sound of a cat being tortured. Isn’t it so true that whenever you take your car in to the shop for something small, there seems to be something big that needs to be fixed? Like the times I went to get my oil changed and it turned out that I was basically going to get in a horrible wreck and die if I didn’t replace…
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In Which I Place Myself In A Silly Situation
May 8, 2007