My favourite post in the blogosphere today.
Here’s a little bit for you:
You, dear mechanic, proceeded to tell me that the knock sensor was wearing out, and needed to be replaced, to the tune of $250. I immediately called BULLSHIT on that, and asked you to check my extended warranty. When you told me that my extended warranty didn’t cover the knock sensor, I wanted to punch you in the neck. I wanted to punch you in the neck because I THINK YOU ARE MAKING THIS KNOCK SENSOR UP.
(I personally own a book this woman wrote that contains tales of her time living at an Alaskan fish camp. That is all.)
