I, again, have my old car at the garage, hoping against all hope that they can figure out what is wrong with the thing. The last two places I took it to worked with it, turned this knob and that, changed this thing and probably that other thing too, but could not figure out what is ailing it. I have pulled out the big guns and taken it to the dealer, which I am pretty sure is going to cost me my firstborn grandchild. (I hope my daughter will cooperate, its pretty important to get the thing fixed.)
Anyway, I am again carless. I am again stuck at work. I am again forced to eat that stupid healthy soup crap for lunch, and I will not think about the huge bag of peanut M&Ms that I have stashed in my drawer. Nope.
Two freaking cars and I find myself stuck.
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