Tunnel Hill. Nothing but complete apathy here. I'm not even sure the guy at the shop desk ever really registered that a person was there. He just took the write-up sheet that mysteriously hovered in the air in front of him, without ever looking at the person holding it, or even speaking to me. I spoke to him, of course, because I wanted him to understand some things. It was a one-way conversation. That doesn't bode well for the truck repair. Do they understand everything that's wrong with it?

If they don't have me in shop by tomorrow morning I think I'll go talk to Mr. Haynes about getting another truck. Hell, as far as USX knows Mara is coming back (and she might, who knows?). Maybe I could bullshit my way into a new truck? Yeah, right.