Car Story III
So, the car goes off to the shop.
My friend comes to pick me up for work.
We schelped Miss Brunette to school and hit Circle K for a nice sodie and went to our school.
Love Man called me after class had dismissed.
I was up on a chair hanging spiders and bats.
"Your car is done."
"Really?"
"It was some hose."
"How much?"
"What difference does it make."
So, I got another ride to the shop and collected my car.
End of story.
