Ghetto Auto Parts Store

I just knew I was in trouble when I walked in and at the counter the cashier had her back to the cutomer eating her lunch no break room must be in the area. I had a flashback to an oil change place that one of the mechanics stopped servicing cars to curse out whoever was on his cell. When a man, will at work, get into the "motherfucker" territory regardless of who is around, there's a problem. Likewise walked passed Quiznos, and the server was outside on his cell starting conversaitons with "motherfucker." I want to laugh, I really do, but I was sad. i really wanted to find a flasher for my car.