I hate cars.
My son’s Chevy was in the shop this week for difficulty starting.
Today, I got it back, after paying $700 and replacing three seemingly unrelated parts.
Tonight, its check engine light is on, and it’s running rough.
Sigh. Back to the shop tomorrow, with a calm but stern discussion.
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