Tire is a shop that sells tires and fixes cars. I happened to be dangerously low on oil when I caromed into their lot. The owner/operator was watching tv. He set his mechanic right on it. And while one was tending to me, another came over and helped. And when I asked what I owed for the fluids they gave me-they put in something else other than oil, which I don't rightly recall, he said it was on the house! Can you believe the excellent customer service? I was out of my mind with oh-my-godded-ness and joy. So of course, even though it's weeks later, I thought it worth mentioning on the blog. If only I could remember WHICH street it was on. *sigh* I'm afraid, my dear readers that my memory for things is only getting worse.
With that,
I remain,
Hilda Stinson
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