My car had exploded.
Again.
I had to call Rangeman for help.
Again.
I wondered if there was any limit to the number of times I could send my car to car heaven. Then, I wondered if there were any used car lots that offered frequent flyer points. If there was, I would have already earned a flight to Europe. For two people. Maybe enough for hotel as well.
The question is, who would I take?
With a sigh of resignation, I pulled out my phone and called the control room. "Hal? It's Steph. I have a little problem…"