Poisoning The Well
On the first of January I was really looking forward to paying one of the last payments on the car. I was 100% sure they would be done with the car well into February and I'd make the final payment around then. I even was considering dipping back into the credit pile and pulling another rabbit out of another none existent hat. There is an old proverb about the ancient Roman's. When, where, and how the proverb came to be known is not worth it for me to wikipedia it but you can if you like. The story goes that if the Roman's couldn't take a barbarian village they'd come back poison the well and make sure nobody else could live there. On the second of January I went with my grandmother over to the autobody shop ready to make what would've been the second to last payment on the vehicle's repair. I walked over there and the tall douche bag laughed his ass off when clearly what I saw was my engine in somebody elses car. The other guy the owner whose belly...