I'm guessing he was joking, but since this is my car, and I am nothing without it, I kind of need to lose it here a bit. First of all, like I've said, I don't ride my car that hard. I may be neglectful, and sure, I might gun my car to get in front of the traffic when I need to take a right onto 65 every morning, but I'm not driving like I'm in Fast & The Furious, OK? Second of all, they all changed the oil. The oil, and my car, is as new as it's going to be. And he thinks I blew out my motor the day I get it back?! That doesn't make any fuckin' sense!!!
So hearing all of this makes me feel bad, like I screwed up my car. No, I don't feel as though I can trust driving my car, at least not now, but I now feel as if it's my fault. Man, I'm just trying to live. I do my best to maintain things, but I think I did the best I could with this. And now I'm being told that it has one foot in the grave? Don't tell me that when I have Christmas shopping I still have to do today. And seeing my ATF at My Favorite Stripclub (Non-Cover Version). And working the Vikings Game tomorrow. And vegetating at the Irish pub as Christmas Eve turns to Christmas Day. I don't need to hear that shit now.
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