A girl walks into a...body shop, thought I was gonna say BAR dincha? Oh shoot, that's not going to work either...so a girl rides into a body shop...
I did. I parked out back and rode the little joint around front and into the office. Parked it right there beneath the counter. Kickstand and all. Then, I plopped my key down on the counter and the guy just looked at me.
He looked at me. At the bike. At me. At the bike. He stood to get a better look at the bike. Then he shrugged, took the key, and said "okay". And we all laughed. I told him the fender needed tightened and maybe a touch up on the paint. Then he pulled out the paint book...
...Meanwhile, they are banging the shit out of my car for a few grand. I like the sense of humor; I guess you need it when you charge folks $100 for new logos so Honda can advertise on your trunk. For FREE. Okay, I'll drop it. But that's about $13 a letter. And the bumper stickers...?
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