where’s my car

James is the guy who sold me my car. Great fellow. Not so sure anymore about his credentials as a mechanic.

Last week, my backlights stopped working and I gave him my car to replace whatever needed to be replaced. He has now taken it into the shop on three different days and I am starting to think that he’s driving it out of pure enjoyment. Actually, it’s 11:30pm right now and neither my car or James are anywhere to be seen.

Anyhow, I am back on the bus.