Sitting at the car dealership

Listening to a crazy lady ranting on her cell phone. She is angry because she came in for an oil change and now they are taking her for a ride (heh heh) to the tune of $800 because of pebbles in her breaks. It's true this place is a b.s. factory, but my car's still under warranty.

However, I am also displeased because this is my third visit just to fix the radio which doesn't work when the rear defrost is on. Such a random, stupid issue but it comes up during the winter, nonetheless.

Besides the crazy woman, this wait is doubly torturous because there is an amazing thrift store across the street, but I can pop over because of a highway barrier. So close, yet so far.