I took my car to my mechanic this past Tuesday. I had an appointment on Monday for its 3,000 miles oil change and check up. He said, “Sorry Charley. I cannot do it today. I am to busy. You were not here on time. Bring it tomorrow Wednesday. Oh, by the way, quit telling people about me. I do not need more business, turkey.” “OK,” I said. When I dropped it off to my man I said, “Larry, I have almost 58,000 miles on my sweet thing. It is time for a major.”
The good news is he said. “No, your car is running nice and we will wait until it hits 60,000 miles or so, at the next oil change. The belts are only two years old and may not need to be replaced.”
The bad news is today is Sunday and he still has it. Rats, I have had to spend a weekend without the beast. Oh, whoa is me. How can anyone survive without a sweet beast for the weekend? Withdrawal is not a pretty thing.
For all those who have garage queens, you may not understand this post. You use time while I use mileage. That is so sad.
Hopefully, he will allow me to have it sometime this week. Darn, I have the greatest mechanic in the country and he is my friend.
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The good news is he said. “No, your car is running nice and we will wait until it hits 60,000 miles or so, at the next oil change. The belts are only two years old and may not need to be replaced.”
The bad news is today is Sunday and he still has it. Rats, I have had to spend a weekend without the beast. Oh, whoa is me. How can anyone survive without a sweet beast for the weekend? Withdrawal is not a pretty thing.
For all those who have garage queens, you may not understand this post. You use time while I use mileage. That is so sad.
Hopefully, he will allow me to have it sometime this week. Darn, I have the greatest mechanic in the country and he is my friend.
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