TRASH
"Alright, fine! What do you want to charge this rube?"
"Just try to get as (COUGH!) much as you can." Jim says.
Keeping that in mind you leave the shop, "Fuck! The sun!" you say as your eyes have to get re-accustomed to the outside. You see the stuck up prick by his fancy convertible car. You also see what you assume is his girlfriend or wife still sitting in it.
"Okay lift up the hood and let's see what's wrong with this thing." You say.
"Me? You're the mechanic! You do it!"
"For fuck's sake all ya gotta do is pull the little handle in theĀ nevermind I'll fuckin' do it you prissy bitch!"
Before you can reach into the car to pull the hood handle, the man's girlfriend pulls it instead.
"Steve, we don't need to antagonize the man." She says.
"Susan, will you keep quiet! I know how to handle this situation! Stop nagging me!"
"Oh yeah, you're handling everything real well pretty boy. Sounds like there's trouble in paradise. Heh heh!" you say.
"Mind your own business, and just fix the car!" Steve snaps.
"You better start fuckin' mindin' your tone with me." You say waving a wrench at him. "And stop fuckin' hovering over me. If I'm gonna fix this thing I need the both of you out of the fuckin' way!"
"And where are we supposed to wait?"
"I dunno, I don't give a fuck! Go to the fuckin' porn shop down the block and buy your girlfriend a fuckin' vibrator or something. Or buy one for yourself, whatever shit you're into, just leave me alone!"
Steve seems unable to even form a response to your tirade, he just takes his girlfriend and walks off somewhere in a huff. Good. Now you can work in peace. Sure enough, Jim was right, there was a blown hose. All you have to do is replace it. You could fix it properly though, if you went back in and got some more tools.
"Just try to get as (COUGH!) much as you can." Jim says.
Keeping that in mind you leave the shop, "Fuck! The sun!" you say as your eyes have to get re-accustomed to the outside. You see the stuck up prick by his fancy convertible car. You also see what you assume is his girlfriend or wife still sitting in it.
"Okay lift up the hood and let's see what's wrong with this thing." You say.
"Me? You're the mechanic! You do it!"
"For fuck's sake all ya gotta do is pull the little handle in theĀ nevermind I'll fuckin' do it you prissy bitch!"
Before you can reach into the car to pull the hood handle, the man's girlfriend pulls it instead.
"Steve, we don't need to antagonize the man." She says.
"Susan, will you keep quiet! I know how to handle this situation! Stop nagging me!"
"Oh yeah, you're handling everything real well pretty boy. Sounds like there's trouble in paradise. Heh heh!" you say.
"Mind your own business, and just fix the car!" Steve snaps.
"You better start fuckin' mindin' your tone with me." You say waving a wrench at him. "And stop fuckin' hovering over me. If I'm gonna fix this thing I need the both of you out of the fuckin' way!"
"And where are we supposed to wait?"
"I dunno, I don't give a fuck! Go to the fuckin' porn shop down the block and buy your girlfriend a fuckin' vibrator or something. Or buy one for yourself, whatever shit you're into, just leave me alone!"
Steve seems unable to even form a response to your tirade, he just takes his girlfriend and walks off somewhere in a huff. Good. Now you can work in peace. Sure enough, Jim was right, there was a blown hose. All you have to do is replace it. You could fix it properly though, if you went back in and got some more tools.