external monologue

repairs

as i was saying, i got my beloved passat back from the body shop yesterday. she'd been accidentally sideswiped in our driveway one night by a van with blindspots the size of texas. (its actually quite a funny story as i was riding shotgun in the van when it happened: "what's that you're running over, man?... oh $*%!, that's my car!"...) a friend at work hooked me up with the body shop owner, who as it turns out really specializes in flashy paintjobs, but does bodywork on the side... for cheep (yes, so cheap i have to spell it with two E's). which, makes one wonder about the work... although, i must admit it looks really good... and everyone else wanted to charge me twice as much. but then, everyone else is in the phonebook, and reports their income to the government, and takes something other than cash...