It started sometime this morning before I got up at 6. The roads were ok so I made it into work. Snowed all morning with a nice dusting, then that gave way to rain/sleet. We planned on closing the shop early but the weather definitely didn't hurt business.
People just kill me sometimes. Armageddon could be occurring, God hurling fire and lightning from heaven smiting the wicked and some jackass is going to drive to our shop to get his damn free tire rotation and balance. Oh and do an oil change while you're at it.
My street was already iced over when I got home. Almost slid past my driveway and of course the idiot behind me just didn't quite comprehend that I was trying to back up to get to it. My apartment's parking lot was getting a nice sheet of ice over it, so I managed to get the car in the lot and out of the way in a back corner. Then there's a message on my answering machine. The shop's assistant manager (Bryan) identifying himself as the shop's manager (Wayne, who was off today) telling me the shop would be open tomorrow so I'd better be there. Yeah right, Brian. You'd better be glad I wasn't here to take the call! I saved a copy of that message. I can't wait to play it for everyone Friday, especially Wayne.
I may not like what you have to say, but many men gave their lives for your right to say it.