This evening, while driving home from work, my brake light came on again. What's worse, it's not turning off this time. Considering that the brake light was the whole reason the silly thing was in the garage over the weekend and for the first two days of this week, I am not a happy camper.
I have called my parents and informed them that I will not be driving home tonight due to the fact that I need to go have words with a mechanic. Dad's offering to come pick me up for the weekend so I can be home with them. If my car is not done by noon, I may take him up on that offer. However, considering that I just paid the mechanic a significant amount of money to fix my brakes only to discover they're now worse, I'm thinking the mechanic would be wise to move my car to the head of the queue tomorrow morning. Otherwise, I might be even less pleasant than I already expect to be.
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