I'm aggravated.
I sent my car in for a service on monday because the ignition switch no longer talked to the starter motor. As it had been a year since the car's last service, I thought time could be saved by doing it at the same time. I got the car back in a day, and everything is rosey. Or so we thought.
Today I drove over one of those tar repair jobs on the road - where they have dug a trench for whatever reason, and then badly retarred it so that the level is half an inch higher than the rest of the road.
Anyway: bang, thud. The brand new rear suspension is now creaking like it's about to snap. Joy. At least there's a warrenty.
On a divergent linkage note - how to write a fantasy novel.
sounds to me like joseph campbell's hero's journey with extra laffs provided by Tolkien/Jordan