I’m Beginning to Hate This Town

Last Tuesday morning I found myself sitting in the waiting room of a local neighborhood muffler shop. A typical mom and pop car repair waiting room with a handful of mismatched chairs, a small tv blaring daytime commercials, tile floor with a third of the tile missing, and brown wooden walls — the type of place where you know the work is good but you’ll pay a fraction of the price had you gone to a commercial shop. I drive a truck…