Sunday, October 9, 2011
Backstory: "So... how was your vacation? Good? That's nice. WHAM!! Here's this since, you're in a great mood, a massive bill for your car." That's the conversation the universe had with my conscious today. My brakes have been making some weird sounds for a couple weeks and dad looked at my car while in was in San Francisco. The prognosis was bad, my brakes needed major work and I had to take it to the shop. When the dust had settled I was left with an almost thousand dollar bill for all new brakes and rotors. I'm happy that I'm now safe to drive on the road, but ouch, this bill really hurt.