Now mind you, we just had that conversation about no more repairs over $50 on that stupid car.
I meant it.
So remembering that when that rat made a nest/ate through a bunch of hoses about 3 years ago that it cost about $95, I asked how much it was going to cost.
He goes on to say that the guys said they could burst at any second and that they felt like jello.
Is it bad that I secretly thought, well at least we'd get our money's worth out of our AAA membership if it needed to be towed again? *whistles innocently*
I just threw up my hands in the air and told him to do whatever he wanted. It's not like he didn't already know my thoughts before he called me.
I think I'd like to save up my Amazon gift cards to purchase a sledge hammer and attack that car. You have NO idea. I hate cars.