I practically have anxiety attacks when I have to take my car in the shop due to shady experiences in the past. As USUAL, my fears were confirmed today when I went to take the family 4Runner in for simple belt changes and an oil change. The battery pooped out and the car alarm kept going off. This is before I even left the lot. As the mechanics fumbled under the hood, my hands started shaking, my heart was racing and the next thing I know I’m cussing LOUD and waving my finger at the young mechanic. I can’t EVER think of a time when I went all homegirl on someone other than a family member! He got the alarm fixed, I had to buy a new battery on the spot and now the CD player doesn’t work.
Why is it that an educated woman can’t take her own car into the shop without having a world of trouble? Whatever. I give. Patrick is taking over from here. BUT in the meantime I was so stressed!
The only thing that could cure my mental ills tonight was a fresh baked chocolate cake pulled right out of the oven and then drizzled with chocolate syrup and then eaten with a tablespoon. If one of the kids have walked up to me and asked for a bite, I swear I would have snarled and snapped at them like a rabies-infected Old Yeller.
Unfortunately we didn’t have any cake mix, chocolate syrup or even a clean spoon in the house. I did find a two-week-old cochito in the cabinet. I covered it with stale cream cheese frosting that i found in the back of the fridge. I wish I could say it made me feel better, but it didn’t.
Damn those mechanics!
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