To say I was skeptical when the Service Advisor told me the black puffs of exhaust and rough idle were due to the mechanic forgetting to reset the electronic settings after the battery and AC fan were replaced last week would be an understatement. The engine light has come on.
I really don't like being right all the time.
On the upside: I barely had time to get a DDP out of the fridge and sign on to the free WiFi before they brought the paperwork for a loaner to me. I didn't have to stand in line. And this loaner is vastly upgraded over the last one.
I'm pretty sure all this "free stuff" is going to be costly. I really need my overtime to count toward something else. Not car repairs.
So I'm off to Las Casas for my favorite comfort food. For the third time in two weeks.
White Wings aren't approved on any diet--except maybe Adkins. They are Jalapeño peppers stuffed with jack cheese, wrapped in a chicken breast, which is formed into a ball with strips of bacon secured around it, then charbroiled. They are a heart attack waiting to happen, and I don't care.
I don't even care about the little piggies. (I have abstained from all meat and fish for the past year after viewing a video depicting the mistreatment of the poor little piggies.)
At the anniversary of my meatless year, I decided if I added meat back in to the diet it would be free range chicken or fresh caught fish--but I really wasn't planning on adding it back since I hadn't missed it.
Until now.
Now I want my White Wings. And my new SUV to work.
#sorrypiggies #whitewings #comfortfood #beingrightallthetimesucks.
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