A short chapter in the Good Service saga.
It's 8am. I've been up all night. My youngest child is puking. Guess who's still going to the Nissan dealership?
Yup. I hope he barfs all over them. If they'd done this yesterday this wouldn't be an issue, now would it?!
Really, he doesn's seem too worse for the wear. If he was totally miserable I wouldn't take him. He talked my ear off all night while we watched reruns of "How Clean is Your House".
They're computers are out in the center of the garage. I may have him walk around and breathe hard on all their keyboards.