WTF? I just spent 1,400 dollars on a new transmission (actually, my credit card company did—I’ll probably end up having paid like 2,000 when all is said and done). Anyway, aside from the fact that this is the most I’ve ever put into one of my many used cars, when I get in it this morning, the first thing that hits me is the noxious, clawing, life stealing stench of cigarette smoke. Some mechanic had a grand old time blowing second hand smoke deep into the interior! I paid 1,400 dollars for that???
Now, every time I get in my car, I sneeze and choke like I do when I pass through the ‘designated smokers area’ at my job…which has brilliantly been assigned to right outside the door that everyone has to enter to get in the building! There could be no smoker in sight, but when you walk through that door, it’s like jumping nostrils first into an ashtray. That shit clings to circulating air molecules and just brings them to a screeching halt. It’s like the nasty tar black shadow of the grim reaper is just hovering there waiting to slash your throat with his cancer scythe. And now that reaper is sitting shotgun in my car!
