Oil change
I've been going to the same Pep Boys auto repair place for over 10 years now. Recently they fell under hard times and my buddy Alonzo who owned and managed it had to sell out. He sold it to some Arabs who put a three time felon in charge of the management. He hired up all his buddies that he had met in the jail system over the years and some of the guys from his block. I swore I would never go into the place after Alonzo told me these things until I got a coupon in the mail for a free oil change and tune up. Thats when I made a decision that changed my life for ever.
I work in a thrift store and am lucky to pull in 200 bones a week. My car's oil hasn't been changed for over 20,000 miles since Alonzo stopped working at the pep boys so I knew it was time to get it changed. Ignoring my better judgement I went to the pep boys with the coupon in hand late one night after work.
When I went inside the office it smelled of marijuana and had loud hip hop rap music playing, the smell and music was so intense my head started to pound instantly. The new manager Wilfredo was behind the counter cussing some body out on the phone when I approached him with the coupon. I wanted to run out the door when he said to me "Get ya dildo, go have a seat over there and play with your self. Ill be with you in a second you fairy". When he finally called me up he was more interested in selling me drugs then actually taking the coupon. He told me I had to buy at least a dime bag of pot in order for him to take the coupon. Once I paid him for the pot he told me I had to give him another $20 for a crack rock and pipe. I paid the man not expecting to get out of the place alive.
While my car was getting worked on I felt like I was going to puke from smoking the crack he gave me. I went to the bathroom only to find two of the mechanics standing in there smoking crack. They both laughed at me and one punched me in the stomach. They called me names and told me "If you want to get out of this bathroom alive pedo you better do everything we tell you to!". Needless to say I did everything I had to do to get out of the bath room alive. When I was out it was time go. Wilfredo gave me my keys only making me pay another $40 for crack on my way out.
Once I got down the road the oil filter came off and all the oil ran out. My car engine lost all the oil while I was on the freeway. I was so scared I kept on driving. I ran the car until it blew up and left me stranded on the side of the interstate.
I am by no means a bad man. I'm just a sissy boy who works at a thrift store. I went home that night and smoked all the drugs he gave me as he ordered me to. He told me I had better be back to buy more drugs or else he would come and find me. Should I go back? I don't want this man coming to my business or home so I think just going back would be the better idea. I don't know someone please help me out.