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.
"I'm at that stage in life where I stay out of discussions. Even if you say 1+1=5, you're right - have fun." - Keanu Reeves