I just got back from the shop for an oil change. I drive a 4 door white 99 Honda Civic and I look like that car was designed for me. While I was driving to the shop I was "rockin' out" to Appetite for Destruction and had just finished song #9 (Sweet Child O' Mine). The song was freshly over and I turned my CD player off before the next song could start. I love it when I reach my destination between songs. Anyways, I check my car into the shop at 2:48 and they work on it and says it will only be 30 minutes. Well that last part was complete crap. They finish at 3:55! Lucky for them, they gave me a free oil change and washed my car-otherwise I might've have gone a bit ape-shit. While I was picking up my keys from the people at the counter I noticed all the mechanics were looking at me, strangely. I shrugged it off, nothing new to me-despite my Honda-like looking qualities I still get weird looks. When I get to my car I of course turn on my radio to the sound of song #11 (Anything Goes) screaming out of my speakers. They had obviously listened to my car's CD player! I wouldn't be so mad but I can just imagine all the mechanics who are supposed to be working dancing like Axl around my car and making me wait for over an hour (ARGH!!). I don't know if there is anything in that novel for you guys to respond to but I had to get my frustration out. Argh!
― Lindsey B, Thursday, 2 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)