Scion
…can suck it. My car is cursed.
This month I have had a flat tire, a tire replaced, duped into getting my fluids flushed when I probably didn’t need to and ended up with a bill on par with my monthly payment, and now, four days later, my check engine light is on.
Hours of my life have been wasted in this godforsaken waiting room, at this weirdo Starbucks where borderline homeless chicks sit sans coffee, with a free water, contraband NYT, and pack of smokes…and there is nothing left for me to buy at Century 21.
Also, I’m not sure what I think of this Pike Place Roast. I do know that the geeks study-flirting next to me are really annoying and just need to do each other on top of their flashcards already. …Just not here.
Why is this my life?
