I hate doing that. I probably know more about cars than most of the men I know but as soon as I go to a garage I get treated like an idiot. Sometimes it works out for the best, not to stereotype every mechanic out there, but wearing a low cut top and tight jeans can do wonders for the final bill.
Shame it feels so dirty.
Car's still not fixed, but at least I have it confirmed that the exhaust won't fall off unexpectedly in the middle of the M8. Now I just have to save up some money (or better still get back the money my sister owes me) to pay for a new exhaust, new brakes and new tyres. So Christmas is definitely out this year...
Randomly, I just looked out of my window there across to my neighbours' house (the one the alarm was going off at the other night) and I just spotted a Neighbourhood Watch sticker in their window. Huh. Didn't know we were a Neighbourhood Watch area. Ah well.
Anyways - thank you all for
Now I'm tired, feels odd not to be rushing to get dressed to go out tonight. Maybe if I had a life...