Drivin' Ms. Daisy,or The Economic Miracle of Failure
I'm off to Advance Auto Parts. Got to roll my pickup down a hill to start it and burn that foreign oil. I bought a starter for $60.00 and it was defective. The problem is I wasn't aware of its shortcomings until it was tested in real time. Twice the installation, three times the gas (replacement had to be ordered), now we have an underpants gnome situation. Where's my horse. Somebody give me my horse. Or a Toyota. Sometimes it is just difficult to be an optometrist.