In 20 minutes or so I check out and go get the truck back. I hope she didn't fix all the other minor dings and charge me for them too...but I bet she did.
Otherwise, I feel marginally better, and am ready to rock and roll.
It's all I can do, and at least I can actually do it now. It makes me feel less helpless.
See, that's my nature. I'm hard wired not to give up, and to keep getting back up. I'll do it until it won't work any more.
If I kill myself, it will simply be a rational decision.
"Chemical imbalance"...to this day, she can't comprehend what part she had in my previous attempt! Amazing!
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