I spent all afternoon tryin’ to get this goddam thing to run. Man says “Good as new! Just tweak ’er a little, she’ll purr like a goddam kitten”. Kitten my ass! Thing sounds more like a goddam lion with laryngitis. An’ it shakes like Uncle Louie when he’s off his meds.
How the hell am I s’posed to go pick up Jolene in this piece o’ shit? She wouldn’t even get in. Hell, she’d hear me comin’ two blocks away and then she’d pretend she didn’t even know me. Turn her back when I drove up, keep talkin’ to her girlfriends like I wasn’t even there. Hell, I wouldn’t get in if I was her. A guy’s gotta have a decent car if he expects to get a decent girl. Like Jolene.
It’s too late to fix it even if I could. Goddam carburetor. Shoulda been taken out an’ run over by a tank. Hell, it prob’ly was. I spent the whole afternoon in this hot, hell-hole of a cat-pee smellin’ garage for nothing. I prob’ly smell like cat pee now too. I’m a total failure as a man. I might as well forget about ever gettin’ a decent girlfriend.