I thought I'd get a battery the other day. I normally take my cars to a local specialty shop, but they get busy. Firestone or whatever says they can do it while I wait so I head over to apparently the ghetto.

I saw a guy with bald tires on his charger (lord knows v6) trying to get I guess an inspection. Firestone Tweedle Dee tells him no. But he doesn't want to buy tires.

Next Shaniqua comes in. She's pissed about the AC tho if I were her I'd be more worried about the brakes. Firestone Tweedle Dum can fix that, but no... she knows a guy she has to have a con call with. Can't have FS meanies ripping her off her welfare money.

Anyways it turns out Tweedle Dum can't or won't actually change a battery today. The computer coding, the only reason I need a shop in the first place, eludes him. He says. I went home. Thank God for those mobile jump kits.