Fuck cars.
My friend popped the radiator in her car last week, I ordered one to have it here when for when I did it. Of course she can't afford the brand name, so I get the fucking piece of shit cheap Taiwanese knock off.
Should have been an easy job. It showed up late Tuesday afternoon. I was a nice guy, went and got her car and left my car there. Didn't get back till dark. I spent most of the night trying to get it done and around midnight I realize it's made wrong and I can't mount the fans.
So now I have no car, her cars dead in my garage for god knows how long before I find a radiator and I'm supposed to be leaving for vacation in a couple days. I was at lest able to get a ride to get my car. I found a used one, but the junkyard is dragging their feet on getting it removed, and them who knows of its even good.
I told her to just buy a factory one, but she cant afford the $400... I hate cars! I hate working on shit for people that can't afford the right parts
. It's not even 10am and I've already had 2, fairly stiff, drinks. FUCK THIS SHIT!
being nice isn't worth it