Damn I just had one this morning too. I don't know why, but for some reason I took my Protege(which was a purple-maroon color?) to Valvoline for I guess an oil change. I show up to pick the car up and it's parked in the middle of the lot as if I would be taking photos of it. So I go inside and the guy explains what they did to my car. He starts out saying that the passenger window didn't work so they put a different door on it. I go out and see it and it had a DX door(crank window) even though my car has power. I flipped out and asked where the original door was, and the guy says they are going to use it as a billboard, pointing down to the corner of the street where my door, and a Protege rear door, are assembled and some chick sitting as if inside the car. I walk over and see that it was welded together, so I said fine, whatever, walked back inside. Then he tells me that the tires were bad and the wheels weren't safe because the spokes are too thin. I start yelling at him and then look at my car again and now it's sitting on 14" steelies, 1 had a Neon hubcap, another had a VW Beetle hubcap, didn't see the others. I was pissed. I demanded my wheels back, and the guy's like "I took em to that shop" and points to another quicky lube place next door. So I walk over there and they have a C6 Vette up on a lift with a bunch of black guys standing around laughing. I asked where my Miata wheels were and the guy just keeps laughing but walking away, so I followed.
Then my mom woke me up yelling at one of my dogs. What a messed up dream...
Then my mom woke me up yelling at one of my dogs. What a messed up dream...
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