Now my lady friend’s car went down. Nothing major, just a bolt that holds the shifting linkage in place. A tow truck driver and I put a temporary patch on it. The plan was for my lady friend to drive it to work the next day and have it fixed at an automotive repair shop nearby. Painless right. Wrong. The mechanic wanted to charge her eighty bananas for the repair. She called me in a panic. I drove over to see what the heck.
The mechanic was a big fat guy, he kind of looked like Diego Rivera.
“It’s just a bolt right!” I asked.
“”No we have to order a bracket from the dealer, replace the bushings, dig deep into your wallet, so I can eat steak for dinner. I like porter house steaks, or the biggest most expensive steak I can find,” he might as well have said.
“Well how much is that!”
“Twenty-five for the part, forty-five for labor.”
I yanked the car out of there. The fat mechanic was angry at me. I didn’t care, He was crazy. The bastard was trying to take advantage of a nice woman to feed his over sized mug. I figured I could fix it myself for two dollars. If I can’t fix it we’ll take it somewhere else. 
go get 'em.
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