Well, that's what I've been told.
12:07:11 PM  #  Speak to Me []

"Dad, did you get my message about the car?"
"Yah. I'm off to a confirmation Mass for one of my students so you'll just have to take off work tomorrow to get it towed."
"Um, are you going to look at it for me?"
"No, I don't have time. I'm off to go to a Mass (He's not even bloody Catholic!!!! *huff*) and you'll figure it out yourself. Don't forget to take off work and have the car towed."

Oh my gosh. He won't even look at the car. I know it's no reason to tow the car. It's something small. Nothing huge is ever wrong with my car. Goddamnit. Who wants to come look at it for me? I'll buy you lunch if you come out.
9:31:47 AM  #  Speak to Me []