In the past 6 months, I have paid mechanics in the neighborhood of $1600 to fix a problem with my car that still exists. But before you start feeling any vague sense of sympathy, I should tell you that by "mechanics" I mean the only place within a convenient distance from my house, which is Big O Tires. Maybe someday I'll learn that real mechanics do not work there, but so far, my stupidity on the matter has proven to be stubbornly persistent. On the bright side, my car overheated this morning too far away from home to take it back to that place, so now it's at a proper shop being seen to by a guy with a greasy beard, which makes him automatically more trustworthy than the fake-smiley little shit at Big O.
