Our latest car repair put a $1,200 dent in our budget. Adding insult to injury, when the husband picked up the car, he opened the door to smell it reeked of cigarette smoke. The console, seats and floors were littered with cigarillo butts, ashes, cracker crumbs and debris.
He asked the manager what happened, and the manager said, "I thought you brought it in like that."
Truth is, the vehicle was in sorry shape a few weeks ago when we took three grands to visit our son's brood in the country. They left dirt, mud, sticks, rocks and even a few chicken feathers in the car.
