In a rare moment when I was in an LBS the other day, some old timer in clip clop road shoes and sweaty lycra plods through the door; his wicked flatbar road hack has a flat tyre & needs a service, and he is stunned disappointed when the shop tells him they can't service it RIGHT NOW as they actually have jobs from other customers and if he'd like to have it serviced, it will be ready tomorrow. He didn't get it, but I would have been happy to explain it to him.
Oh, a traffic related LTIH for rowdyflat.
Wife is at a red light and got run into by a p plater attempting the slip lane who smooshed the big rear wrap around bumper panel (massive colour coded plastic thing)
Insurance coy arranges it to be fixed, sweet.
Fixer does such a particularly sh1t job - orange peel, panel has visible waves in it, and yeah metallic is hard to match but fck me its not even close to the same colour.
On top of that - rear parking sensors no longer work and car screams a warning on start up to say as much.
You fcking filthy mofos.
& because I had the gall to complain the assessor says he's gonna have to come out and verify it.
Fck I'm so sorry somebody's going to have to do their job.