Different car shit, different day.

I swear to Gawd, my mother figures out the least retarded way of doing things, and then does the EXACT OPPOSITE of that.

Instead of having the mechanic change the spark plugs and fuel filter and hook up the diagnostic contraption to the little Escort at the same appointment as when Tracy The Hunky Mechanic With The Shaved Head, Big Puppy Dog Eyes, Handlebar Mustache, and Pouty Lips replaced the gas tank yesterday, which would have saved us time and money, OR waiting until next month when we won't be in such a cash crunch, she waited until he was done, then made another appointment to do those things Friday morning.

It's not like I have better things to do. Really.