Twice now, in the past two weeks, a car from my household has broken down. The same guy, Rick, towed the roomie's and my car. He rarely sleeps after doing a wreck; his wife passed away in a car accident a year or so ago. What would it be like to work a job, as he does, always reminded, always seeing a loved one in the pieces?
I need a new tranny.
(transmission, for the laypeople).
I need to start pimping myself again, to the tune of 2300 or so bones. It hurts just saying the number.
The saddest question to hear at work:
will I ever get better?