A few weeks ago you got an oil change, the person who did it said something was wrong with your car and that he’d call someone for you to change it, when you agree you were set a up a date with the car-mechanic, Dom. Today was the day you went. You walk in and as you do you see a man with black twists, and black eyes, he had glasses, he turned to face you with a straight face.

“Your my 5:35 pm?”