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

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A chair moved behind me.

Maris stood and folded her magazine.

She removed the loose brown jacket. Underneath, she wore the shop’s dark work shirt with her name embroidered above the pocket.

Brent’s mouth fell open.

“Maris?”

She walked to the counter.

“I was wondering how you treated customers when you thought I wasn’t here.”

“I can explain.”

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