A Mechanic Tried to Charge Me $8,000, Thinking I Was Just a Clueless Old Woman — What I Pulled from My Purse Wiped the Smile off His Face

spent several minutes staring at the scanner, then disappeared into the office.

Less than twenty minutes later, he returned carrying a clipboard.

His face had been arranged into a serious expression.

“I’m afraid it’s very bad news,” he said.

“How bad?”

“The engine is finished.”

I looked through the glass at my car.

“Finished?”

“Internal damage. Loss of compression.continue reading …