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Post by mason on Jan 30, 2011 16:18:11 GMT -5
-------------------------------------- -------------------------------------- Mason couldn’t believe his luck today. He’d brought his bike in for a simple tune-up and now they wanted to find all kind of potential problems to fix. None the less he let them do the work they advised was best to do now rather than later. He figured it would be better to go ahead and get it fixed now before it had a chance to bother him any. But he sat back in the waiting room chair and kept his eyes into his magazine. Wondering if he wanted to go ahead and have them do the paint job he wanted done on it anyway. After all he was here, and it would save him the wait for next week.
And the more he thought the more impatient he became with the whole thing. He smiled at the thought of making a small earthquake, just to make them more alert. But he was in the mood for that either. Eventually switched magazines when he became tired of the one he was reading. He looked up as he heard the door open. Wondering just who else this place would be attempting to serve.
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Post by Tamara George on Jan 31, 2011 6:26:40 GMT -5
Tam moved into the auto shop, trying to keep her discontent from being quite so often. It was dirty and the people were a pain, her convertible had been in the repair shop for over a week now and she was getting more than a little impatient. They'd gone on about a load of drivel that they knew she wouldn't understand when she'd snapped at them to just hurry up.
"Fucking hell," She grumbled when she noticed that the place was empty...other than someone else sitting on one of the chairs. She scowled as she moved to join him.
"Are the bastards around or have they decided to bugger off again?" She asked him irritably despite the fact that she appeared not to address anyone in particular.
That car had been supposed to last her a while; she'd managed to destroy it in days and therefore had to dish out to pay for whatever crap was wrong with it.
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Post by mason on Feb 1, 2011 19:54:15 GMT -5
-------------------------------------- -------------------------------------- Mason looked up at the girl who came through the door like a storm for hell. He didn’t know how to take something like that. He gave his usual smile that came when he greeted someone. Just because he was in a mood himself didn’t mean he’d have to show it around to everyone. But he sat there wondering just what her issue was with them here. She was defiantly not happy with the people here. But then again neither was he. They’d had him here all day for a simple tune-up. And since they were making him wait, he’d already decided to make them work for the time he had to spend here.
“I think they’re here somewhere. They’ve had me here all day for a tune-up on my bike.” He replied with a grin. But in the end there wasn’t much he could do about it other than complaining to them again and that would only stall his time here even more.
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Post by Tamara George on Feb 2, 2011 10:33:10 GMT -5
Tamara couldn't help but laugh slightly.
"If I were you I'd expect to be waiting a veeeeeery long time," She chuckled.
"They said my car would take a few hours," I sighed, simply resolving to find the amusing side of it rather than the irritating 'I want my car back!' fury that had been coursing through her mind for the past week.
Tam had never been one for patience.
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