My fishy died Pt. II
I thought I should mention that I have other fishys.
Last night the bracket holding my muffler in place fell off. And took a chunk of the muffler with it. So today over my lunch break I went to see if I could get the bracket replaced (because the car didn't sound much louder so I didn't think I needed a new muffler) Anyway, the guy looked at it, then looked at me. Then showed me the hole. I needed a new muffler too. So I had all of that done.
As he was lowering my car to the ground, the tiny gas leak that's been there decided it was an appropriate time to rupture. My car was dripping gas at two drops per second. I wasn't happy.
So the car was hoisted again. And they took off the gas tank, and recommended I get a new tank, and I said. Nope. I don't have the money for a new tank. And they said... well this part will cost about another 100 bucks. (the leak was in one of the lines leading out of the tank.) So I cried. And they were all like. WAIT. Stop crying you fool. A grown man crying is our weakness. It's like Kryptonite. So I cried louder. And then they were like... Well maybe we can fix it without the part... We could probably just cut out the holes in the lines, then clamp some 3/4 inch tubing where we cut the holes out.
So I cried some more. But this time in happiness. Then they kicked me out of their garage. Literally. I have bruises.
Anyway. Then I had to pay. And I cried some more because it was expensive. And I wasn't happy. But my earlier crying had made them immune. They had built up a resistance. Now the car has eaten this weeks paycheck.
Stupid car.
Last night the bracket holding my muffler in place fell off. And took a chunk of the muffler with it. So today over my lunch break I went to see if I could get the bracket replaced (because the car didn't sound much louder so I didn't think I needed a new muffler) Anyway, the guy looked at it, then looked at me. Then showed me the hole. I needed a new muffler too. So I had all of that done.
As he was lowering my car to the ground, the tiny gas leak that's been there decided it was an appropriate time to rupture. My car was dripping gas at two drops per second. I wasn't happy.
So the car was hoisted again. And they took off the gas tank, and recommended I get a new tank, and I said. Nope. I don't have the money for a new tank. And they said... well this part will cost about another 100 bucks. (the leak was in one of the lines leading out of the tank.) So I cried. And they were all like. WAIT. Stop crying you fool. A grown man crying is our weakness. It's like Kryptonite. So I cried louder. And then they were like... Well maybe we can fix it without the part... We could probably just cut out the holes in the lines, then clamp some 3/4 inch tubing where we cut the holes out.
So I cried some more. But this time in happiness. Then they kicked me out of their garage. Literally. I have bruises.
Anyway. Then I had to pay. And I cried some more because it was expensive. And I wasn't happy. But my earlier crying had made them immune. They had built up a resistance. Now the car has eaten this weeks paycheck.
Stupid car.