I found myself with an unusual extra forty minutes this morning. so, I decided to cash them in at Sky Car Wash near my offices on the Alpharetta and Roswell border.

I handed the keys for my decidedly badd-ass Tundra to the service manager and headed for the front patio to watch traffic and wage commerce via text while waiting. NOTE: I also need to start calling sports medicine doctors about Haley Anne.

I saw my new Tundra enter the wash in good form. but, when the vehicle emerged from the the suds it was missing the radio antennae. during the rub-down phase I pointed it out to the service manager who instantly became defensive, and – blamed it on the Toyota dealership because “they did not screw it in tight enough(?)”.

I’ll cut this short with two key points:

1. I’ll not return to Sky Car Wash (you’ve already noticed, I’m confident I’ve not added a customary link to their website); and,

2. a lost radio antennae is decidedly better than getting hit by another vehicle. for perspective, read: I’m lucky Good took my truck. to wit… every day I don’t get “t-boned” can be, is, and should be, a good day. it’s all gravy, otherwise.

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork