“so just to finish out the tire saga, it's now 7:52 and the tire has been changed! I left work around 5, got to the place a little bit after 6, about 6:10, stood in line for 10 minutes, no more than that, 15 minutes, waiting for them to deal with the two people in front of me.
Get up there. I have a slew of papers, I lay down two of them, and say <em>I need the front tire changed, this is my paperwork, this is the tire specification, and I said something else, and I have more paperwork if you need it!</em>
He said <em>look lady, I don't know what happened to you, but it was not my fault, so step it down!</em>. I'm like <em>actually, it <b>is</b> your fault!</em>.
He's like <em>how is it my fault, I did nothing. I've never even seen you before.</em> I said <em>well, not your fault, but NTB's</em>. He said <em>well, until it's mine specifically, dial it back!</em>
I said: <em>I thought I was being efficient!</em> He's like <em>actually, you are being kind of efficient, so let me take a look at this paperwork</em>.
So it's fixed, and I'm happy. It only cost me about $30, so I'm happy. I'm now back on the road and heading home, which will take me about an hour to get to, but that's okay, because the tire is fixed. I'm about to get on route 9, and soon I will be home. And then, I don't know, I will go to sleep, probably. Bye!”