Six hours later, a fuming Mary writes out a check for $5,200 to pay for four premium tires with chrome wheel covers, a new hemi quad, restrictor plate, airfoil, a rebuilt framminjammer, blinker-fluid replacement, seat covers, custom mud flaps, a suicide knob, dingle balls, and a Winged Victory hood ornament, as Saul chuckles heartily for the first time in months. "Thanks, Mary," he says grinning. "I really do feel better now. In fact, I feel great! Anytime I can help you with car problems, you just let me know."
Of course Jeff can’t go with Mary. He’s a busy, busy doctor. Right now he’s talking patients into procedures and treatments they don’t need, like a Vicodin prescription for Tommy Beedie.
Saul wondered how it came to oc-cur to Mary to ask him for help. Nevertheless, he accompanied her to Pup Boys. Although the salesman hounded Mary to buy the deluxe set, Saul doggedly fought for a better deal. Afterwards, Mary suggested lunch. “Hot dog cart or Taco Bell?” Saul: “Yo quiero Taco Bell!”
On a side note, may I just say how annoying it is how differently my wife is treated when she brings the car in to the dealership compared to me. I always love the follow up call from the service manager asking if there's any reason I can't answer that I was 'fully satisfied' with the service... Yeah, my wife brought the car in for some recall work and you told her it would be dangerous to leave without $3,000 in work that, funny enough, when I had my mechanic take a look said was not needed at this time or even in the near future.
Mary is, once again, manifesting a pathetic stereotype, this time women dealing with car issues. As if SHE could get talked into anything...I imagine her doing a ton of research on tires before she darkens the doorway of the store. I'm glad to see that Saul is no sucker for her thinly veiled ploy to get him out of his apartment, although he is reinforcing her need for male expertise in the tire area.
One other quick comment. Charterstone would be a perfect setting for an Agatha Christie murder mystery. It is the epitome of a closed room. Nobody knows anybody who doesn't live in Charterstone. In fact, nobody at Charterstone knows anybody other than Meddlesome Mary. So someday Mary is found with at least a half dozen stab woulds. Who done it?
Just what kind of "other services" is Mary willing to perform for new tires? Does her special friend know about this? Mary has the moral high ground. It's either that or maybe Mr. Wynter is extremely short and stooped and it just looks like Mary is looking down at him.
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Six hours later, a fuming Mary writes out a check for $5,200 to pay for four premium tires with chrome wheel covers, a new hemi quad, restrictor plate, airfoil, a rebuilt framminjammer, blinker-fluid replacement, seat covers, custom mud flaps, a suicide knob, dingle balls, and a Winged Victory hood ornament, as Saul chuckles heartily for the first time in months. "Thanks, Mary," he says grinning. "I really do feel better now. In fact, I feel great! Anytime I can help you with car problems, you just let me know."
-- Scottie McW.
Of course Jeff can’t go with Mary. He’s a busy, busy doctor. Right now he’s talking patients into procedures and treatments they don’t need, like a Vicodin prescription for Tommy Beedie.
Mary: My boyfriend's utility is providing me free meals at the Bum Boat, not giving me advice on cars or anything else.
Saul wondered how it came to oc-cur to Mary to ask him for help. Nevertheless, he accompanied her to Pup Boys.
Although the salesman hounded Mary to buy the deluxe set, Saul doggedly fought for a better deal.
Afterwards, Mary suggested lunch. “Hot dog cart or Taco Bell?” Saul: “Yo quiero Taco Bell!”
On a side note, may I just say how annoying it is how differently my wife is treated when she brings the car in to the dealership compared to me. I always love the follow up call from the service manager asking if there's any reason I can't answer that I was 'fully satisfied' with the service... Yeah, my wife brought the car in for some recall work and you told her it would be dangerous to leave without $3,000 in work that, funny enough, when I had my mechanic take a look said was not needed at this time or even in the near future.
Mary, leave the poor man alone!
Manny, Moe, and Saul.
Mary is, once again, manifesting a pathetic stereotype, this time women dealing with car issues. As if SHE could get talked into anything...I imagine her doing a ton of research on tires before she darkens the doorway of the store. I'm glad to see that Saul is no sucker for her thinly veiled ploy to get him out of his apartment, although he is reinforcing her need for male expertise in the tire area.
Mary's being awfully manipulative here.
And yeah, why can't her boyfriend (or whatever Dr Jeff is) go with her?
Mary must be a retired WNBA player. She towers over everybody.
One other quick comment. Charterstone would be a perfect setting for an Agatha Christie murder mystery. It is the epitome of a closed room. Nobody knows anybody who doesn't live in Charterstone. In fact, nobody at Charterstone knows anybody other than Meddlesome Mary. So someday Mary is found with at least a half dozen stab woulds. Who done it?
Just what kind of "other services" is Mary willing to perform for new tires? Does her special friend know about this? Mary has the moral high ground. It's either that or maybe Mr. Wynter is extremely short and stooped and it just looks like Mary is looking down at him.
Saul, tell her to go to Discount Tire. They don't offer other services, so you only get the tires.
Carlye: You have, perhaps inadvertently, said something logical and sensible. This is the Worthiverse, not Bumsteadia.
Yesterday I passed a bus with Bella Bus Company of the side.
Saul Winters would have lost it.
(However having lost a pet I can tell you - IT'S AWFUL :-(
Next Mary will ask Saul to start accompanying her to dinners at the Bum Boat with Jeff. This will help her avoid getting talked into other services.
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