~*FLUSH*~

That title is the sound of my hard-earned wages going down th toilet. Now it's not the "Worthless Why-the-hell-are-you-flushing-money-here" toilet...it's the "You're-a-dumb blonde-and-damaged-your-tires-beyond-repair-so-pay-up" toilet. Now if this makes no sense to you...continue on so I can 'splin how all this shit went down.

Okay, gotta take the Kia in for maintenance, no biggy. Mr. Seviceman (Dale or Dave I think) calls me up and I'm expecting "Come on in to get your car, Ms. Fritzsche!" ... Instead I get "Who fills your tires?" I think, Where're you going with this dude? "It was very dangerous...one big pothole and you'd have blown out your tires...you set a record for air in passenger side tires...it was way over 120." Well Jebus, what now? "The extra air pressure put bubbles in your sidewall...you need to replace the tires." CRAPSHITFUCKDAMN!!!! Dale'Dave continues "Now if you take the car to like NTB or somplace it'll be cheaper, but with us you get convenience." Oh shit, I think, I have to leave for Rochester on Friday, will I have time to take it somewhere else? *pulse quickens* Well, I ask, how much would it cost for you to do it? (Brace yourself girl, it's gonna be big!) "About $270 for the tires -mumbles something about 66 smackers a tire or summat- then you add tax and labor and it's about $330." HE CONTINUES "Add that to the regular maintenance which was about $170 and you're looking at about $600 all together." No dude, I'm looking at a heart attack and aneurism all together.

So to recap. . . I have to spend SIX HUNDRED DOLLARS (give or take-probably give) to save my little car...a hefty chunk of my summer earnings.

So. . . . . .

I HAVE TO WORK UP I ROCHESTER COME HELL OR HIGH WATER OR 20 FUCKING FEET OF SNOW -I NEED MONEY!!!!!!

thank you for allowing me to rant, you've been a wonderful auidience, tip your waitresses and try the veal

It's great to be back blogging.