Saturday, January 13, 2007

I dropped $336 at the Saturn dealership. They figured out my engine was going "click-click-click" because a valve gasket was cracked and all the oil had leaked out. Some more money went for two new front tires. The mechanic complimented me on how nice my engine was. I blushed. He said it didn't look like it had hardly been ridden. I blushed again.

In the waiting room there was an auburn-headed cub with a full, red beard. Beefy, red chest hair curling out the top of his t-shirt. I wanted to tell him that we had so much in common, Saturn cars and all, that we should register for a domestic partnership. But I'm pretty sure he was pretty straight, so that was yet another car dealership repair waiting room fantasy dashed.

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