Last night on his way home from work, which is 40 miles away, my husband’s car stopped working. As in, he was on the highway and his car STOPPED. It’s a miracle he wasn’t rear-ended, as heavy as the traffic is where he works. He had it towed to a nearby Chevy dealership and the kids and I went and picked him up. Today, he heard from the dealership’s service department- it needs a new fuel pump, for which they want to charge us $800.00. $400 of which is the price they pay for the fuel pump, a part you can buy yourself at an auto parts store for around $220. Nice markup.
He called around and found a relatively new fuel pump at a junkyard for $70, but now we have to pay to get the car from the dealership (they charge EIGHTY DOLLARS for their “diagnostic exam” which takes two minutes), pay to have it towed to another repair place, pay for the used fuel pump, and pay someone to install it. GAH.
So is it any wonder that when I looked in the bathroom mirror a few minutes ago, I saw two deep frown lines on my forehead right between my eyebrows? Seriously, they are like train tracks. I’m going to need to order some nu skin wrinkle cream or something. All this scowling I’m doing is sure not doing my skin any favors.
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