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The following dialogue was heard when I took my car in yesterday for a routine inspection:
Repair dude: "OMG, those brakes are done for, how does this car even come to a stop anymore?"
Me, imagining all those serpentine roads I have to drive on to get to work: "..."
He showed them to me, too (standing UNDER your car up on the auto hoist is kind of creepy) and they really were rusty and jiggled in ways I don't think they are supposed to jiggle. O-kay.
Now there goes money I wanted to save up for next year's vacation. Sigh.
Repair dude: "OMG, those brakes are done for, how does this car even come to a stop anymore?"
Me, imagining all those serpentine roads I have to drive on to get to work: "..."
He showed them to me, too (standing UNDER your car up on the auto hoist is kind of creepy) and they really were rusty and jiggled in ways I don't think they are supposed to jiggle. O-kay.
Now there goes money I wanted to save up for next year's vacation. Sigh.
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That would have definitely sucked a lot more so yeah, I've made my peace with it. Was just in a bit of a whiny mood this morning. :D
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