My car got recalled recently. Apparently, if my airbag deploys, a spare part miiiiigt fly out and kill me.
Reason enough to bring it in, I suppose.
Dad offered to follow me over and give me a ride home after I drop it off.
And then he and Mom suggested, with no subtlety at all, that I should get my car professionally cleaned before I take it to the dealership.
Apparently, they don't want outsiders to know how I really live.
Sigh.
Dad is coming over to check my work before we go.
:)
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