Car Troubles (Or, The Plight of Law-Abiding Citizens)

In the past week, I have become BFF with my local Firestone manager.  His name is Nick.  He’s 29 years old.  He just bought his first house and is getting ready to propose to his girlfriend.  He does not like country music and he is scared of installing car seats.  How do I know all of his about Nick?  Mostly because we shared a near-death experience together when I threatened to end his life (more on that later) and everyone knows that near-death experiences bring people closer. But I also…

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Driving Along in My Automobile…

We’re having car trouble.   Big car trouble.   It started two weeks ago and I complained and complained to Chris that something was wrong with my car and finally this weekend I decided to quit complaining and take my car in somewhere.   So I go by the Firestone (a.k.a. They Who Ripped Me Off) up the street and tell them that my car is making noise when I accelerate and when I brake. One day and $1,000 later, my car has new ball joints, new front break pads,…

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Shuttles and Such

In one week I will be moving away from New Haven, and will have to begin driving to work everyday.   For the past three years, I have been lucky enough to walk to work everyday because we live so close to campus. Okay, that’s a lie.   We do live incredibly close to campus, but at least once a week I still drive the whole 4 blocks, part on the street, get a $20 ticket, which turns into a $40 ticket because I hide it from Chris and then…

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