Girl-on-Girl Trouble

So I get my car outta the garage- there's a moment of dread while the shop's owner fetches my key and the paperwork- the same feeling one gets whilst waiting for the results of medical tests...tell me Doc, be straight:
How bad is it?
Will it be quick?
Will it hurt?
How much will it cost?

"We ran it for a long time and couldn't find anything wrong. Mightta been gunk in the fuel injection or sumethin...older car and all...wouln' worry 'bout it 'less it runs funny" , my mechanic shrugs.

"How much?"

"Nuthin' " , another shrug.

"Nothing?"

"We didn't do nuthin' but run it and watch for smoke, didn' see nun."

"Well, thank you very much, that's very kind of you."

"Ur elcome."

(I have spent thousands there on other cars, perhaps they are cutting me a break in memory of my departed Honda.)

I drive home. I have my old job waiting for me and my car is fine. For free.
This must be my lucky day.

You gotta strike while the iron's hot, so I decide to push my luck by making a phone call.

This is the call that initiates a plan I've been plotting for several weeks- I've given it a lot of thought and all I need is the willing participation of two particular women.

So I call one of them and tell her of my plan:

"....so, wotta ya think?"

"Sounds great, thanks for calling- this could be a lot of fun."

We talk about it for a long time and in minute detail. Interesting.

The other woman requires a more direct approach, so I go and see her in person. Again, I lay out my plan:

"....so, sound good?"

"Yeah, it does...but there are certain steps that I require be taken first."

And she details her needs. They are not unreasonable given the nature of my request.

I call the first woman to inform her of the second's response:

"Steps?"

I try to explain that I think it's just a CYA thing, not a personal issue, but in the course of our discussion it comes up that these two women not only already know each other, but that there is also considerable enmity between them.

Oh fudge.

That pretty much shoots my grand plan all to shit...there is no way I could endure an evening alone in a room with two women who hate each other.



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