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Let me give an update on my car. She is doing just fine. The procedure didn’t take as long as expected and I think I will see a full recovery immediately. Let me tell you the story:
I had to call a tow truck to take my car to CarQuest in Glade. They two guys showed up in a bright red truck. Painted on the side was the name they had given to the truck: The Happy Hooker. I laughed. These were two good ol’ boys. The brighter of the two, Joe, asked me what was wrong with my car. I told him that my starter had gone out and the guys at CarQuest were going to take care of it on Monday. Joe thought for a second and looked over at Clyde and said, “Hey, Clyde, do we got us a starter for this here car?”
“Not sure,” Clyde said, “Hey, boy, what size motor you got up in here.” I told him but I guess he didn’t believe me since he requested that I pop the hood to show him. “Yup,” Grunted Clyde, “we sures do got one for this size.”
Joe turned to me and said, “You know CarQuest is gonna take a while to get ‘er back to ya, right? (Spits tobacco on street) Why don’ you let me and Clyde here fix up your car for you. We can get it back up and ready for ya in no time. Ain’t that right Clyde?”
“Reckon,” said Clyde as he attached the last of the chains to my car. I asked Joe how much this was going to be. “Well,” he said scratching his head, “that’s $30 for the tow, and whatever the starter is gonna cost. We’ll getcha a new one from Whistle down thar at his place.”
Being the trusting individual that I am I allowed the Happy Hookers to take my car to their place to fix it. I called late in the afternoon to check up on it and Joe told me he had finished it. I went to go pick up my car only to find that Joe and Clyde owe the junkyard in Glade. There are cars everywhere. The mountain behind their place is full of every and anything one could imagine that once rolled on the streets. There were about 14 mobile homes dotting the hillside. One of them was the office. The only mobile home with lights on had one wall missing and a NO TRESSPASSING sign posted on the side. Backed up to the hole in the wall was a flatbed truck with four big screen televisions that appeared to be in semi working condition. I walked towards the place jingling my keys and holding up my checkbook. I didn’t figure they would shoot a paying costumers. Out of nowhere this little 5 or 6-year-old boy runs up to me. He had four cookies in his hands and was covered in chocolate/dirt. He offered me a cookie but I noticed that the cream had already been licked from all of them. I told him that I should not spoil my dinner.
Joe came around the corner about half surprised to see me. I asked how much it would be and he said, “She came to $30.” Surprised by his low figure and asked again to make sure I had heard him right. Indeed I did. He told me to “go on up into the house and she’ll write up a bill for ya.” This is where I expected the posse to jump me a take me out back to kill me good. Joe’s wife was sitting at the table in their bedroom/kitchen writing a bill for me. I set my checkbook down on the table to write the check and I noticed that my hand was stuck to the table. In fact, my entire checkbook was stuck. After I tore the check out the book came free with a good-sized tug.
Since then I have started my car a few times and found no problem to be had. Let’s hope this holds for a bit.
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