Write a four line poem about: a bad service experience.
Real or fictional, it matters not to me.
Inspired by real events, by the way. My sister and brother-in-law had their car serviced in Calgary yesterday, but apparently they didn't screw the oil drain plug enough, as it came off during the drive last night. While doing 90 km/h.
Needless to say, the engine didn't care for that.
So now the service center in Calgary is paying for their rental car, the cost of the tow to the nearest service station, and a replacement engine.
That's a pretty costly screw up on their end.
But they made it here this afternoon safe and sound and Max is absolutely loving having them around. Looking forward to a day off with family tomorrow.
Oh, the market went very well (though they had to miss it due to having to wait around for a rental car to become available). Sold out of berries, pickling cukes, plums, tomatoes, and all but one apple. Most of the peaches and nectarines were bought as well. Moved a few cucumbers too, and ate a bunch more in the salad Kat made up to go with dinner this evening.
Anyway. I've been up since 5:30 this morning and I need to get to sleep. So...
I did some real nice work,
All things told.
Except for the drain plug...
That should hold.