Don’t thank me
for those repairs
Pay me what you owe me
Your oily helplessness
clogs the filters
You threw my torque wrench
in a fit of rage
Fix it yourself
I liked the maintenance
until you took it
for granted
I’m not
your mechanic
Matter of fact
I won’t even bill you
Just leave my shop
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Author:
Berniece (
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Comments3
It used to be that people did their own repairs but the car in the digital age got too complicated and no one fixes their own anymore. it is so much easier dumping one's brain in the lap of a brain mechanic so blame can be shifted. Loved the metaphor. Well done
"You threw my torque wrench in a fit of rage fix it yourself "
How often does that happen every day
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