The DAY I get my insurance check to fix my car, and order the part(s) to do so, I get insulted for driving around with duct tape holding it together.
“Fix your car..... or buy a new one” said the pretty black lady who pulled up next to me in traffic.
She wanted to know why I wagged my finger at her as she tried to cheat the NO TURN ON RED at the intersection by driving through the gas station. As she did so, the light turned green, and I made the turn and passed her as she was trying to exit said station.
I told her what she did was illegal, she admitted to doing it, and didn’t care. I bid her a fond farewell. Then sadness took over as I realized she was right.
I need to fix my damn car.