| November 21, 2003 | Never Trust a Hippie |
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"Never trust a hippie." -Some incredibly appropriate graffiti I saw on Dolores Street So, I had my Beetle towed to this garage I go to in my neighborhood that's run by hippies. They told me the problem is a "defective fuel filter," and it's a part that they put into my car this time last year. I was like, "Umm, you know I could have died when my car decided to stop in the middle of the road and leak tons of gas out the back!" They were like, "Well, we won't charge you for the labor on that part." The bill was still somehow $661. They obviously decided to pad the bill in other areas... After making my wallet substantially lighter, the head hippie, Jerry, offered me a t-shirt celebrating their garage's 25th anniversary. It's emblazoned with a Grateful Dead red rose wrapped around a wrench. It's hot. Yes, I somehow manage to find the humor in these absurd scenarios. It's a talent I've honed. Labels: beetle, sanfrancisco posted by Jess Barron @ 2:36 PM 
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