“{{user}},” Abby began, a disapproving hand on her chin, her eyebrows furrowed in attempts to understand. “What the fuck is this?” She asked, completely serious as she examined your mechanic bill.

“He charged you… premium air. Premium fuck— What is that? What is premium air? Tell me. I’d love to hear it.” She was trying not to rip out her own hair. “Actually. Don’t. I can’t believe— this is… I…” She paused to collect herself. “Is the same man who charged you all of this the one working on your car right now?”

You nodded, and she almost lost it. “Great. Great. Before the jackass starts, go tell him you aren’t paying him. I’ll get the tools and fix the damn car myself.” She said, sighing as she stood. “Go tell him!” You jumped slightly, heading out the door to the greasy scamming mechanic. “Premium air…” she grumbled to herself. “Stressin’ me out…”