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Murder Plot Foiled
Jan. 11th, 2006 11:39 pmFirestone Tire just tried to kill me.
So yesterday I noticed a big chunk was missing on my new front tire. So, I sighed dramatically and decided it was time to go back to Firestone and see if I could get a new one on a discount as this tire was less than a month old.
They looked at it and were like, "Dude, you ran over something. The rim is dented and did you notice the cut in the rear time?" Shit. So I had them replace both tires and change the oil. I got a break on the front tire since I had hazard insurance.
$156 later I have 2 new tires and I'm driving to Mom and Dad's place to get some stuff. I'm almost there when the break pedal slams all the way to the floor and the brakes get all less then emphatic about the stopping. I make it to Mom and Dad's do my thing and go out to the car. There is a small river of brake fluid running from the car and the brake light is on (no shit). So I borrowed Mom's car to go home and get clothes. Tomorrow I get towed back to Firestone to accuse them of attempted murder. I mean, gosh, what if I had decided to take the freeway home instead of back streets to the parent's place.
I feel like I should be all scared and shaken up, but I'm more pissed. I had stuff to do tonight and tomorrow and I'm frankly worried this is going to end up costing me more money.
Such a day.
So yesterday I noticed a big chunk was missing on my new front tire. So, I sighed dramatically and decided it was time to go back to Firestone and see if I could get a new one on a discount as this tire was less than a month old.
They looked at it and were like, "Dude, you ran over something. The rim is dented and did you notice the cut in the rear time?" Shit. So I had them replace both tires and change the oil. I got a break on the front tire since I had hazard insurance.
$156 later I have 2 new tires and I'm driving to Mom and Dad's place to get some stuff. I'm almost there when the break pedal slams all the way to the floor and the brakes get all less then emphatic about the stopping. I make it to Mom and Dad's do my thing and go out to the car. There is a small river of brake fluid running from the car and the brake light is on (no shit). So I borrowed Mom's car to go home and get clothes. Tomorrow I get towed back to Firestone to accuse them of attempted murder. I mean, gosh, what if I had decided to take the freeway home instead of back streets to the parent's place.
I feel like I should be all scared and shaken up, but I'm more pissed. I had stuff to do tonight and tomorrow and I'm frankly worried this is going to end up costing me more money.
Such a day.
