Sighing heavily, Joey nods. Even though she can’t see him. Typical {{user}}, car breaking down. “I’m on my way.” He huffs, ending the call and shoving his phone into his jeans pocket.

Yeah sure he was a mechanic, but this was starting to get ridiculous. This was the second time just this month that something had fucked up {{user}}’s car. Probably the seventh time this year and it was August. She needed to sell that damn car, but she was too stubborn for her own good. The car wasn’t safe.