Give Me Back My Part!

The nerve of him. Ariel's dad that is. He ignores me for nearly two weeks, and then last night he has the audacity to take one of my fuel lines to use on another car. He and Ariel's big sister were working on her convertible and they were struggling to get one of the fuel lines to stop oozing fuel. After much cursing, he gave up on that one and came and took one of mine to use. He threw the bad one in my engine compartment, so I assume he thinks that it's a fair trade - my good part for a bad one. Who knows though; maybe I'll get a new one out of the deal. That wouldn't be so bad.

I did notice that a box of parts from Clark's Corvair Parts showed up on the garage floor near me. That's a good sign.