Today, Friday the 13th, lived up to its horror. My morning started with my wife calling me about our daughter. Apparently her brakes went. I was afraid it was the master cylinder. I was happy to hear that she nor the other driver were hurt.
After that I had my daughter take her car to STS on Long Island, near where she is going to school.
They came back with a bill that topped out at over $800. Well I shit my pants. I honestly think that these repair places.
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