Weak Coffee and Car Fixin

I feel like an empowered woman right now. I am at the car fix place location, and I am getting my car doctored up! I have no idea what came out of the guys mouth at the counter. I just nodded and said things like "oil change," "transmission," "air conditioner," "tire," "I don't have stick shift," "can I have that muffin?," "Do I physically have to have my coupon or can we just show some trust.... (I quickly glance at his name tag on his button down blue striped mechanic shirt) Eric?"
Well news flash you have to have a coupon in your hand, and no i can't have that muffin. So I'm sitting by a tire display listening to the new Regina Spektor CD and blagging. I refuse to sit with everyone else in the waiting area. They do not look warm and inviting. They are all watching a history channel special on alligator hunters... No thank you. I heard a snippet of their conversation while trying to decide where to sit. "Wowww... they must be true Cajuns..." This was said in a tone of sickening adoration. At that point i quickly looked for an alternative and found my deliverance in the form of a chair by a tire display. It is advertising their American Freedom Plan. How lovely. If you don't hear from me in three weeks I have passed out from the fumes of the tires at the car fix place location. I hope I can post this before I pass out otherwise no one will find me except the Cajun worshipers.... Gah-uh-lee people THINK FOR YOURSELVES!
So I've pulled the wool over the eyes of the workers here at this car thing location. They only give you teeny tiny white Styrofoam cups to put the complimentary coffee in. I'm talking about smaller than the commons cups, smaller than the little white funnel paper cups. So I brought my large mug that I am currently in love with and sat there for a good two minutes pumping coffee into my cup very satisfied with myself. Take that Eric, muffin dream saboteur.

Haiku's from the Car Place

Dear Eric you did

not let me have that muffin

Well I don't like you

These tires smell like

rubber cement and apples

JK I'm a liar

They actually smell

The way that new tires smell...

like fruit and cement

let me out of here

I'm starting to feel light head-

ed. This coffee's weak

I will die here soon

buried in the tire graveyard

And Eric will gloat

What is trust, Eric?

These haikus are truly bad

I could use a drink

What am I doing here?! I should be fixing a turban or defrosting my refrigerator instead! (unless my fridge looks like this! 

In that case I wouldn't need to defrost!) According to some English man this is what our fridges will look like in 2050. (I feel extremely awkward right now. Eric is showing a tire on my tire display to a business man, and I'm just here tip-typin away. WELL TAKE THAT ERIC!)

Well spoiler alert I survived the vehicular fixy place (they informed me that to fix my air conditioning I would have to pay $1118.00!!! (once again I find myself in the predicament of not having capital numbers to emphasize my point) Who do they think they are? do they have the rights to cool air? I don't think so! (please see The Beatles song "Taxman" it is extremely apropo to this situation) So, now I am at my coffee shop about to make some n3p CD mix tapes. I will also happily end my day coloring. That's right its been a good day for the most part. I got new jeans. So, I shall treat myself with some good old fashioned coloring while I listen to Jonah and the Ark (GET IT???!!! cuz of Bible stories).