01-08-2015, 02:01 PM
I'm typing this while parked at my neighborhood Texaco gas pump, waiting for the attendant to get out here so I can roll down my window and tell him to fill 'er up. Hope he remembers this time to grab a squeegee and wash my windshield, then check the oil. Where the heck is he anyway?
I'm starting to get the impression I can no longer trust my car to, the man who wears the star, the big red Texaco star.
I'm starting to get the impression I can no longer trust my car to, the man who wears the star, the big red Texaco star.
“We do this thing not because it is easy, but because we thought it would be easy.”