I don't want to drive anywhere. It's all too far when your cars are being brats!!
I have yet to fix the sports suspension my rag top
thud
thud
thud
I have to fix the steering on the sedan
grind
grind
grind
I want to
duck
duck
duck
the mechanics bills
but alas
I don't want my heels to go
clack
clack
clack
I am as stubborn as a child when it comes to taking my cars into the shop. I hate it and want to throw little temper tantrums at the thought of walking into the service department and seeing the grin that accompanies the gentleman behind the counter.
"Well hello, little lady. How can we unload your wallet today?"
I have to spend an entire day researching, on the internet, and diagnosing my autos' problems to guard myself from blonde poachers at the auto shop. This is the time I wouldn't mind having a permanent time man on my hands.
Do you see what I am saying?
Do you see how desperate I am?
A full time man?! (shaking my head)
Now that I have reconciled the situation, Iwill be busy at the auto shop today.
Blondes have to pay for some things!
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