Yesterday I told you about the cute little chicksa at the repair shop, and how I told her I was an S.O.B. - just to see the look on her face. And then I explained that S.O.B. stands for Saver of Old Bikes.
I wonder how she felt when she gave me the estimate, today, for the work that needs to be done on my car.
Was that really a hint of a smile I saw on her face?
Was she enjoying a bit of revenge?
I know how I felt.
You know that feeling you get when you see the monster do something to someone that REALLY has to hurt?
Yeah. That's it.