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Hey kiddies. Its lunch time again at Best Car Care. Interesting morning. I was under a 1997 Mercedes-Benz c280 (piece of sheite). My hands were buried deep in it's entrails, searching for that one last bolt that would unlock the mysteries of the universe. the P.A. system crackles to life. A voice infected with the shriek of electronic static proclaimed it's message to the entire shop. "Matt you have a phone call on line 1." Sounds harmless right? Except I NEVER get phone calls at work. Understandably I'm a little concerened. With a hop, skip and a jump I am at the telephone. I pick it up and am greeted by Jenn's voice. Not my sister Jenn mind you. Patty's sister Jenn. With all honesty this is not as wierd as it sounds. Jenn and I were and have remained friends throughout my relationship with Patty. She apparently did not have my new cell number and wanted to know what I was doing tonight. All harmless. Yet I cannot shake the feeling that there is an alterior motive to her wanting to hang out. Either way I have to know what it is so I will follow along blindly until my thirst returns and I must kill again.