Angel Action
"Who've you been cheating on me with?" asked Todd, the Firestone guy, after he looked at my car. "Who did the tie rod ends?"
I told him I hadn't had the tie rod ends DONE.
"Well, they're new," he insisted.
They shouldn't be. The car is seven years old, I've had it for almost three, and haven't commissioned that work to be done. Last time Firestone had it, they gave me an estimate, because they said it would need to be done. Todd fixed a $34 wire and my car is mended. I was so scared this morning when my Intrepid died on the road to work. But now it's all better. No check engine light, no stalling at intersections, no nothin'. But the question remains, and I don't think I need an answer, who did the tie rod ends? Evidently, some of my guardian angels wear tool belts.
I don't think I want you talking to Todd anymore.
Ok, sunshine, when you can fix my car and make my world more secure on treacherous I-35, you get to make the rules. Kiddin'. I'm moving in two weeks, remember, so I have to seek out some other fool for my car-care needs.
This Todd dude sounds creepy. Also, my car dies on me for no reason, too! Only in the rain-- all of a sudden, she decides she won't go anymore. And then I lock my doors, put the warning lights on, and wait.
Check the gas cap and the spark plug wires, honey.