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This happened yesterday and I still want to crawl into a hole. I’ve been grinding at work for months, barely taking any days off, eating instant noodles like a champion. Recently I had a little bit of unexpected extra money come in (long story, but I somehow ended up with an extra $2k)) and I decided, hey, maybe it's time to finally stop living like a raccoon and fix that rattling noise my ancient car does now for past few months.
I book an appointment at this super legit auto shop. I'm feeling proud, like a responsible adult for once. I even washed the car beforehand so I wouldn't look like a total gremlin.
Anyway, I get there, explain what’s wrong (some weird rattling noise, classic), and the guy nods like he’s seen it all. Says he’ll take a look and I can chill in the waiting room. I sit there scrolling up and down on my phone, minding my business, until about 20 minutes later I hear them call me up.
The guy is trying so hard not to laugh. Apparently, the "rattling" was just a can of coke (that somehow got jammed deep into one of the back panels of my car?? Probably from when I moved apartments 8 months ago and literally threw everything into the backseat without looking.
The fix? They yanked it out in like 3 minutes. No charge. ZERO. I was embarrassed AF
Moral of the story: maybe I'm not ready for wealth yet. Maybe I need to work on basic object permanence first.
TL;DR: Got a random bit of extra cash, tried to responsibly fix my car, turns out I was just driving around with a loose Red Bull in the frame like a genius.
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