Was headed downtown to the office this morning when wife called and said her car wouldn't start. Tried to jump it, but nothing doing, so we towed it to our local dealer (I'm not a dealer guy, but they've been fair in the past, plus it's only a couple years old) and she took my car since she had a few meetings before noon, so my day was already shot plus the added issue of wondering how much I'm going to be out of pocket today.

So, I'm sitting in the dealership lounge knocking out some emails, etc. Couple others with ear buds, as well. Then, we all hear what sounds like a car on its last legs limp into the lot. I saw the girl working the customer service desk let out a big sigh and comment to her co-worker "here we go again." So, guy comes in and throws his keys on the counter and says "four tires and splash some oil in there, none of that synthetic stuff." Then he heads our way and stakes out half the lounge for his office space, I guess, and sets down 3 or 4 really ancient looking cameras. Guy gets on his flip phone as soon as he sits down and proceeds to talk non-stop through 6 or 7 different phone calls about why his 35mm film isn't processed yet and the good old days with George Eastman. Just on and on. Also caught something about fooz and mish mish, but tough to tell with the slurring words. Next, he set up one of the cameras and started ordering people (dealership staff and customers, even) to get out of his shot, how can he work like this, etc.

Anyways, mechanic came out and gave me great news that the fix for my wife's car would be covered under warranty and should be done in the next hour or so. Also said that the other customer's car was full of discarded red wine bottles and that he may not get his car back today because he claims that his "friends from the internet" are going to take care of his bill.