Someone left a note on my car a few days ago:
Now I expect a note every time I go to my car!
And yes, I was blocking the curb cut, but the curb cut was not shoveled, so I could not see it when I parked.
I don’t know why anyone would care about an unshoveled curb cut, but I am just glad all the snow on the car was white.
I just finished a 10-hour shift at work.
I’m pulling three 10-hour days to make up for my absence from the office during finals. And although the longish hours aren’t ideal for the dog, the hours are compatible with his strict-bed bed rest requirements for the heartworm treatment. 1
My first official day2 of summer started at the auto-parts store. One of my headlights died last night, and Gibs offered to install it for me so I wouldn’t get ripped off by my Nissan dealer again – Gibs was horrified to hear that last month I shelled out something like $40 to get a headlamp replaced at the dealer.
The $40 charge seemed less outrageous when I watched the ordeal Gibs went through to replace the lamp. Apparently the owner’s manual suggests taking off the bumper to replace the lights, but instead of dismantling my bumper, Gibs unscrewed the coolant tank, which was blocking the back of the headlight.
