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Sitting in the waiting room ....

Yeah, yeah, I know you were all thinking of the Misfits song, but that's not what this is about. That song blasts in my head every time I sit in a waiting room. If you haven't ever heard of the Misfits, then you have truly missed out on some music history.

So, I am sitting here at my local chain-owned tire shop. I have a tire on my car that keeps going down, and the monitoring system keeps yelling at me. I'm not big on places like this. I'm from a small town where I am used to knowing all the workers and the owner. I feel like I am taking my slim chances that I will get the right service I came for at these places, and I feel that the people working on your car could care less.

Nobody takes any pride in what they do nowadays and consistently passes the buck onto others when the shit hits the fan. I see this all the time, even where I work. Something doesn't get done or doesn't get done right, and everybody is there to point the finger at the other person. What the fuck happened in the last 15 years or so.

When I was younger (yeah, I went there, lol), people actually cared about what they did and how they did it. I know what you're all thinking, but eelhead, that still holds true today! The hell it does, I say! We all have become lazy and distracted by delusions of grandeur and all that shit. Also, so many people today just don't care about anything but themselves. It's sad, but damn, it's so true.

Now you may ask, why are you posting the obvious and following others with a bitching rant. Well, I did because I'm sitting in the waiting room bored as fuck, and I don't play any of those social games with other people like "Word with Friends" or the like. I sit here and wait like it is the 80s or early 90s, like a man does. No shitty interweb games.

Ok, this is just in; they cannot find anything wrong with my tire. I can't say anything because I spent the other day with the wheel off looking for it and couldn't find it. So, we shall see some bead seal and a new valve stem. So until next time, I'll keep on feeling, and you all will keep on wheeling.

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